Big city, big city nights You keep me burning Always yearning When the daylight is falling down into the night And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill But it's more like spinning wheels

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Tear down these walls for me It's not too late for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back To keep from sinking further I'm trying to find my way out

Heal me, ah Lay me down, lay me down now Gonna heal me Oh, before it's too late Won’t you steal me? Steal me all the way from myself Won't you heal me? Lay me down, touch my spirit, oh

Is it real, cause you're on live I'm a good son You're a good son When we were coming down they said it was too soon I never had to lie no no no no We were coming down, they left us all alone Way to nowhere, nowhere. I know you've been around I feel you

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

For you and you alone I'll lay my monsters down For you and you alone I'll find my way back home And I'll love you like the sun loves California And we'll watch the sun come up over California Calling California is there anybody home Hello California

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

I can't help feelin' like I do I've always bee the kind of man to jump the gun, and cut and run. Stayin' one step agead of that ol' ball and chain. Settlin' down never crossed my mind. It was easier to leave the knot untied. It looks like a lot of things

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams