(5: 39) Percussion and Bass: Kevin Bartlett Keys and Additional Percussion: H. Rhodes As i walk through the streets I could be anyone that you need But i must stand and speak my name Or be forced to live up to your dreams I say I like the wi Nd and rain I don't wear red, i dream I pull the bugs from death I read my books in bed For i believe of all My lives, this is one I must define Not you, or her can say who i am Not them, or him can say who i am Not them, or her will say who i am Not you, or him can tell me who i am You see my face is unveiled to the world If people speak in my stead Do not trust everything that is said When my thoughts come from me You will know that it can be believed I say I like to paint the strange My ha Ir is blond, eyes grey I hate to be in crowds I often think outloud For i believe of all My lives, this is one I must define Not you, or her can say who i am Not them, or him can say who i am Not them, or her will say who i am Not you, or him can tell me who i am You see my face is unveiled to the world