| Opening Lyrics | Song | Artist |
| We were as one, babe, for a moment in time. And it seemed everlasting that you would always be mine. | |
| Well I wonder what it's like to be a rainmaker. I wonder what it's like to know that I made the rain. | |
| I hate the world today. You're so good to me, I know, but I cant change. Tried to tell you but you looked at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath. | |
| I thought I saw a man brought to life. He was warm. He came around like he was dignified. He showed me what it was to cry. | |
| Wake up kids, we've got the dreamers' disease. Age fourteen, we've got you down on your knees. | |
| Load up on guns and bring your friends. It's fun to lose and to pretend. | |
| How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high? | |
| Son, she said, have I got a little story for you. What you thought was your daddy was nothing but a... | |
| I used to think that I could not go on. And life was nothing but an awful song. | |
| Oh, life is bigger. It's bigger than you, and you are not me. The lengths that I will go to. | |
| When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry. | |
| Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation. And little girls from Sweden dream of silver screen quotations. | |
| She's into superstitions: black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premontion that girl's gonna make me fall. | |
| Man it's a hot one. Like seven inches from the midday sun. Well I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone but you stay so cool. | |
| Finally I figured out, but it took a long, long time. Now there's a turnabout, maybe 'cause I'm trying. | |
| Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me; I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. | |
| Call you up in the middle of the night like a firefly without a light. You were there like a blowtorch burning. I was a key that could use a little turning. | |
| In my eyes, indisposed, in disguise as no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, the sun in my disgrace. | |
| I guess now it's time for me to give up. (I think it's time.) Got a picture of you beside me. Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup. | |
| I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend. | |
| A lonely mother gazing out of her window, staring at her son that she just can't touch. If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side. | |
| Don't leave me in all this pain. Don't leave me out in the rain. Come back and bring back my smile. Come and take these tears away. | |
| She doesn't own a dress. Her hair is always a mess. Catch her stealing, she won't confess. She's Beautiful. | |
| Is it getting better, or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now you got someone to blame? | |
| If you're alone and you need a friend, someone to make you forget your problems, just come along, baby, take my hand. I'll be your lover tonight. | |
| Somewhere there's speaking. It's already coming in. Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind. | |
| When I was young I knew everything. She, a punk who rarely ever took advice. Now I'm guilt-stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor. | |
| So long ago, I don't remember when, that's when they say I lost my only friend. Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease as I listened through the cemetery trees. | |
| Somebody's Heiny is crowning my icebox. Somebody's cold one is giving me chills. Guess I'll just close my eyes. | |
| Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination. | |