But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there's a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won't be much longer You'll find love, you'll find peace And the you you're meant to be

Set me on fire Want you to burn my bridges down (down, down) I, I keep on running I’m building bridges that I know you never wanted Look for my heart You stole it away Now I’ll never sing the road that I could take

I'll keep running When you think you're on your own To the place where I belong I'm still coming home When my heart is ready to burst, When the world spins in reverse When you go, turn down the light No one's here to hold you in the night When our

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What

Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a

'Cause this is all we know Maybe we should let this go We're falling apart, still we hold together We've passed the end, so we chase forever This feeling's all we know I'll ride my bike up to the road Down the streets right through the city I'll go

I journey through this frozen land on my own There's no shelter anywhere down the road When this mystic wanderer comes around And the dying hope in my heart starts to grow The dying hope in my heart starts to grow, starts to grow This vagrant offers help

Here come the rising tide (rising tide) (You can't escape) The streets of persuasion Are plated with gold Your heart's in the right place, But you travel down the wrong road Like so many before you The gates open wide Let's go out tonight

Play with me, you gon' get chastised Free the bros down the road doin' real time All the homies, they call it the red line He gon' only pull up when he say, "it's time" Al Geno on the track Niggas having undercover pressure 'bout bitches Let a nigga know

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around