I don't want you to cry, I don't even want you to care Don't you dare, pray for me, no There's things I bury inside, to keep away from the light Don't you dare, pray for me You're fucking crazy, if you think that I'll ever change I am mine, I am me, I'll

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

Fallin' fallin' fallin' 'Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down And you say that you love me You woo me until the sun comes up And if you use me again it'll be the end of me There's not another living soul around Say that you love me Have

You're living in a time machine Oh what are you gonna do And the fire of burning yesterdays Can only light the way To lead you from The garden of the dark When there's a part of you That needs to run with the wind Stay out of shadows

These honky tonks and bright lights Used to thrill me I'd paint the town and stumble in at down But now there's no one listening for my footsteps It's winding down to one more night alone I thought I had her wrapped around my finger I didn't think this

Who says you can't have it all I've got everything a broken heart needs Oh, I'm doin' fine don't you worry 'bout me 'Cause I'm Lord and Master Of a fool's Taj Mahal A stark-naked light bulb hangs over my head There's one lonely pillow on my double bed

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

(Sup-p-per troup-p-per) Tonight the Super trouper lights are gonna find me But I won't feel blue Like I always do Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you Shining like the sun Smiling, having fun Feeling like a number one