Some things are just meant to be Going a hundred in a fifty-five And I don't know why I'm still alive, but I Do what I can, but I know I can't take anymore I still believe in this Rock 'n Roll And I pray the music gon' save my soul, but 'Til then I still

Grey sky where I should see you Ask why, why it should be so I'll cry, say that I don't know April is a cruel time Even though the sun may shine And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away Still falls the April rain And the valley's filled with

Uh-uh (whoa) Uh-uh (yeah) In my feelings (Why do I feel this way?) (No!) Uh-uh (whoa) And I don't know why I'm even still here Can't shake it off, I've been here for years on top of years And I, I'm ready to, I'm ready to, be off of you 'Cause I admit,

Why do you think I come 'round here on my free will? Wasting all my precious time I've told you now Still I refrain From talking at you, talking on You know me well I don't explain You know what I mean

Don't know much about love But it sounds easy Why do you make it so hard? Maybe I'm a dreamer Don't know much about But together we can run In my face I feel the sun In my eyes you're still the one There ain't no need to be afraid

Some things are just meant to be Going a hundred in a fifty-five And I don't know why I'm still alive, but I Do what I can, but I know I can't take anymore I still believe in this Rock 'n Roll And I pray the music gon' save my soul, but 'Til then I still

Why do you think I come 'round here on my free will? Wasting all my precious time I've told you now Still I refrain From talking at you, talking on You know me well I don't explain You know what I mean

(Hard times) (Hard times) gonna make you wonder why you even try (Hard times) gonna take you down and laugh when you cry (These lives) and I still don't know how I even survive When I hit the ground (Hard times) (hard times) All that I want Tell my

Found your picture in an old coat And the ghost stirred deep inside. All this time and I still feel the cold From the madness in my pride. Don't know why you ended it that way I would've thought that you would tell Me to my face Color me blue on blu

Oh Lord, when will the road run out I'm on the road but I'm in doubt And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace If I stand to lose from winning To find the truth I'm willing To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days The good ol' days