Your weekend loose thread
Hate to end Lyrics Week on a downer. Edwards was my favorite candidate in 2004. But:
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
And, of course:
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, (scorned by) society
Love child, always second best
Love child, different from the rest
Oh well ...
Show me the way to go home. I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
Be good, kids.