I was thinking about Alicia Keys
We were meant to be more than friends
Let's go down to the greenwood glen
My bewildering brain, toils in vain
I keep recycling the same old thoughts
The buying power of the proletariat's gone down
My wretched heart is pounding
Well, the world of research has gone berserk
I can't stop here I ain't ready to unload
They say prayer has the power to heal
