Connie came back from her second cousin's wedding First time she'd been home in 'bout a year or two Just in time for the rehearsal dinner But that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City That woman's been around

It's where I drank my first beer It's where I found Jesus Where I wrecked my first car, I tore it all to pieces I learned the path to heaven Is full of sinners and believers Learned that happiness on earth Ain't just for high achievers

I'm speechless and redundant 'Cause I love you's not enough I'm lost for words Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice We're living in repetition Content in the same old shtick again Now the routine's turning to contention Like a production line going over

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

We were young We were free, come on now, let it go We were free I was living in the cold, I'm coming home Perfect line to open with Her heart was never meant for this Ooh we're never over it We were free (yeah yeah) At the dune with the dawn

They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg Put the chopper to your head, and take it off Fast break, taking off Dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah Keep niggas on they toes I ain't never play fair

Mais à quoi ça me sert, si toute ma vie A qui donner l'onde d'un regard Si tout s'appuie sur le hasard. J'appelle un amour qui balance bien C'est le tien, Et c'est le mien. Dans les grandes villes, Rien n'a changé. L'amour que je cherche en vain

Don't make me go pop the trunk, on you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin punk He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets

Dans le meilleur des mondes Quelque part où tout va pour le mieux Ils parlaient d'un pays merveilleux Pour le mieux Avant avec la misère seulement On avait déjà du mal à faire Et maintenant il y a la guerre Cette année, ces damnés militaires M'auront

Emma Stanton cache ses dents D'un timide revers de manche Ses rares sourires n'en sont du coup Que plus touchants Emma détourne le regard Les yeux en disent bien trop Plus qu'il n'en faut