And yeah you know I gotta bring it back again And I tell 'em hold on I don't understand whats happening Lord willin' Make a difference, lord willin' Uh, lord willin' I tell 'em hold on And So I tell 'em hold on So I tell em

Yeah, but if you look close you'll see 'Cause everybody's here Everybody's here, everybody's here but me I'm still breathing and my heart's still beating I might as well start living again And so I threw on a shirt, put on a jacket Went out to meet some

Dancing slowly in an empty room Can the lonely take the place of you I sing myself a quiet lullaby Let you go and let the lonely in To take my heart again I'm a ghost of a girl That I want to be most I'm the shell of a girl That I used to know well

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

Swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words I won't cross these streets until you

Don't you know you're standing in the way of the light? Turn night into day Pour oil on these flames Speed up my heart again There's still a way to make it right We'll find the strength this time And pull back this veil So come on, come on, come on

And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the good guy Here we go, again, from heroes to villains Used to be your Romeo, but we were both were jilted A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with But still it gave me

'Cause you and tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the Canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I’d ask him what the matter was But I know that he don’t talk And the ladies treat me kindly And they

Last Friday night This Friday night Do it all again And we took too many shots Think we kissed but I forgot And got kicked out of the bar We went streaking in the park Skinny dipping in the dark