Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on on turning turning Carry me me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Life can't keep going on on this way I feel I'm lost inside my hate My thoughts overtake me me They're killing me me faster with each passing day Slowly, I'm burning Inside - imploding World keeps on on turning turning As I'm exploding I can't stand this suffering anymore

I'll just keep playing back These fragments of time Everywhere I go These moments will shine And it's crystal clear That I don't ever want it to end If I had my way I would never leave Keep building these random memories Turning Turning our days into melodies

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning turning back I'm doing you a favor

Death from above Rage of the heavens Merciless killing As the sky is turning turning red Better run to cover You'll be quick or be dead But a kingdom that has once been destroyed

Open your mouth wide A universal sigh And while the ocean blooms It's what keeps me me alive So why does this still hurt? Don't blow your mind with why I'm moving out of orbit (Turning Turning in somersaults) Turning Turning in somersaults

I just need a little mercy, mercy on on me me I drank your holy water, your liberty, your make-believe I could use a little mercy, oh mercy on on me me I sing your lullabies, your melodies like a symphony I keep burning You keep turning turning me down Followed your name,