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.