Gnostic Serenade as sung by Brent Titcomb
                                 (Hawkins)

And finally we are as the times are,
We meet to part & go our separate ways.
But I am trapped on this crazy star,
I’ve been a prisoner all of my days.

Once we were young and we laughed a lot.
Happiness wasn’t peculiar as today.
So I will give you everything you think I’ve got
Just to prove that it needn’t remain this way.

So don’t let the tears fall from you eyes,
If you can’t make it, I’ll find some other way.
Just try to be like the stars up in the sky
Shine on nothing; wait till the end of your days.

End of your days, end of your days.

Gnostic Serenade as sung by Bill Stevenson

Finally we are as the times are.
We meet to part & go our separate ways.
And I am trapped upon this crazy star,
I’ve been a prisoner all my days,

Once we were young, Baby, and we laughed a lot.
Happiness was not peculiar they way it is today.
But I will give you everything I’ve got
Just to convince you, Baby, it need not be that way.

Please don’t let tears come into your eyes,
If we can’t make it, Baby, I’ll find another way.
Just try to be like the stars up in the sky,
Shine down on nothing, Baby, and wait till the end of day.

And finally we are as the times are …