Nothing's impossible I have found For when my chin is on the ground I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again Don't lose your confidence if you slip Be grateful for a pleasant trip And pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over

Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will you fear these empty fairytales Or will you believe them? Come in, all of the cold

Never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it begins I'll never smoke weed with Willie again But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I always heard that his herb was top shelf People, I just could not wait to find out for myself

Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back Take my fucking hand And never be afraid again We could be perfect one last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take my hand

Well, based on your smile I'm betting all of this Might be over soon But your bound to win 'Cause if I'm betting against you I think I'd rather lose But this is all that I have Take what's left of this heart and use

All you who changed your stripes can wrap me in the flag Over and over again, all these never-ending visions Over and over again like a prize that's changing hands The clock is such a drag The time has a come Hudson died in Hudson Bay The water took its

I will pawn you my watch I will pawn you my chain I will pawn you these gold and diamond rings 'Cause I need it so bad I would give you everything Just so I could start my life over again Get on up (hey), get on up (hey) Get on up (hey)

Over and over again I think about it 'Cause it's all in my head And I can't keep Picturing you with him And it hurts so bad Yeah, 'cause it's all in my head I replay it And I can't take it

I wasted away again in Margaritaville Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing

The pain we love is taking shape A burning lust to touch the flame Against the wall, we fall from grace Over and over again The same old script, just different lies You disappear without a trace Concealing the crimes on your face In darkness, you're all