I don't have the nerve to use my heart The thought of loving you just makes me sick I can throw a line but I can't reel it in I can throw a dart but I can't make it stick I can write the line but I can't sing the song I can call my momma but I won't go

Si me miras sé que me descifras Este camino es como un libro abierto Y si hoy es el último día de mi vida Vida mía todo lo daré Seamos uno andemos el mundo No hay nada que no podamos juntos Mejor soñar que echarse a la suerte Mejor la vida cuando se

Paso a paso La noche pasará Pero aún, tengo fe Tú le harás frente Mirando hacia adelante Todo se cura con amor Why paso a paso aprenderás, a ser más fuerte Why yo iré contigo Ayer me sonreías

Alexander Hamilton In New York you can be a new man What's your name, man? In New York you can be a new man How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence impoverished

Baby, baby, baby bring me down I want to be right where you are You can look me in the eye and break my heart Oh, oh, oh, oh Break my heart Oh, baby, baby, baby bring me down Sweet like a kiss, sharp like a razor blade I find you when I'm close to the

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see