Little River Band - Ride Into The Sun

Looking for another place

Somewhere else to be

Looking for another chance

To ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Ride into the sun

Where everything seems so pretty

When you're lonely and tired of the city

Remember it's a flower made out of clay

To the city

Where everything seems so ugly

When your sitting at home in self pitty

Remember you're just one more person

Who's living there

It's hard to live in the city

It's hard to live in the city

It's hard to live in the city

...

Little River Band - Soo Many Paths

The atmosphere is electric and the minds are on the move,

they all know where they're going but no one is too sure,

I've heard a lot of talking, I've nearly drowned in their words,

and my heart is full of answers just as the sky is full of birds.

There are so many paths up the mountain,

nobody knows all the ways,

there are so many paths up the mountain,

and the view from the top is still the same.

If you should stumble and fall down,

people don't know what to do,

pretend that they didn't notice,

they'll sidestep and walk around you,

don't let it be your worry, no,

no don't let it get you concerned,

you've got to move on in your own direction,

forget what you ever learned.

There are so many paths up the mountain,

nobody knows all the ways,

there are so many paths up the mountain,

and the view from the top is still the same.

Angry voices from the shadows, in the valley,

the sun don't shine,

make your mind up which way you're going,

there are ooh so many paths.

There are so many paths up the mountain,

nobody knows all the ways,

there are so many paths up the mountain,

and the view from the top is still the same.

Mmm yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ...

is still the same, the view from the top is still the same,

where ever you look, it's still the same, still the same, still the same ...

Little River Band - Red-headed Wildflower

It's a shame, such a shame,

a red-headed wildflower in the wrong garden.

The man on the street didn't wanna be mean,

her love was just the wrong kind,

she helped him to the top,

but the lovin' had to stop,

he was years away when she died.

It's a shame, such a shame,

noone was able to ease the pain,

a red-headed wildflower in the wrong garden,

red-headed wildflower, (the red-headed wilflower).

The man in the band extended a hand,

he led a shadowy life,

she made it easy at the top

but the lovin' had to stop,

he was years away when she died.

It's a shame, such a shame,

no one was able to ease the pain,

it's a shame, it's such a shame,

no-one was able to to stop the rain ...

On the day she died,

there were some who cried,

so young, such a shame,

noone to blame, no, no ...

The man on the screen loved his own kind,

when her love was blind,

and the singer had a wife, trouble a strife,

both were years away when she died.

It's a shame, such a shame,

noone was able to ease the pain,

a red-headed wildflower in the wrong garden,

(a red-headed wildflower, growing in the wrong garden, yeah)