said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

It's the sweet love that you give to me That makes me believe we can make it through anything 'Cause when it all comes down And I'm feeling like I'll never last I just lean on you 'cause baby You're my better half And you look at me And give me that

Throw it away, forget yesterday We'll make the great escape Won't hear a word they say They don't know us anyway Watch it turn, let it fly 'Cause we are finally free tonight Paper bags and plastic hearts All our belongings in shopping carts Goodbye, we

How about now? Why would we wait We'll make it It's just who we are When every hour could be the last And every road could be unsafe But we'll be okay Say where to go And I know that I won't slow down

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

Smile for me girl Smile for me And I'll take your picture Make it last a lifetime Replay it in my eyes I'll give it all back In my own good time You got me so hung up You got me so love struck

Ah, shake along with me Shake along with me Shake along with them I'd like to be somebody else and not know where I've been I'd like to build myself a house out of plasticine I've been driving in my car with my friend Mister Soft Mister Clean and Mister

And make it last I believe there's a ghost of a chance We can find someone to love With every door that we opened Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She is