Still trying to find a place to land Still tryin' to find a place to land See I've never had any trouble falling I'm just trying to find a place to land I dip my toe in the water Before I know it I'm in over my head I try and warm my self by the fire But

I'm working on my next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a

Tell me that it isn't true All of those awful things that I have heard I don't want to believe them, all I want is your word I have heard rumors all over town They say that you're planning to put me down All I would like you to do Is tell me that it

Drivin' around Just me and all my best friends All over town Never a doubt No one around It's just us on the road So come on and ride with us All aboard the magic bus We're drivin' around

I'm working on my next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a

When it all falls, when it all falls down We'll be two souls in a ghosttown Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh I'll be your fire when the lights go out When there's no one, no one else around When the world gets cold I'll be your cover Let's just hold Onto each other

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

Waitin' on a woman Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall He sat down in his overalls and asked me You waitin' on a woman I nodded yeah and said how 'bout you He said son since nineteen fifty-two I've been When I picked her up for our first date I told her

City of angels, city of stars She shine brightest stone on that boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to

I grew up inna place called De La Vega Spanish Town Rocking Over Prison Oval I grew up inna a place called Ensom City Spanish Town groovy Everybody nice Hail Jah mon, Spanish Town me born Dat a weh me come from From you look inna me face you see a De La