When the city's flowing I found a way to move my weary soul Ridin' straight and low Stay heavy and rolling Start up the engine, we're heavy and rolling A tank full of gas and the night is young I don't know you, don't care where you’re going To the

Heavy is the head that wears the crown Second guessing your decisions Trying to find out what's been missing Go and wake the king Call to arms For those who kiss the ring Stand your ground The walls are coming down

Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn’t compromise She could recognize Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun

So deep as the night draws in And we'll be slow honey lovers 'til the clocks go forward again We can hide under sheets, under heavy covers Again, again, again yeah Darkness bleeding in, the sun is getting low No diamonds in the trees, only leaves of gold

Rainy night in Georgia I believe it's rainin' all over the world Hoverin' by my suitcase Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night A heavy rain is fallin' Seems I hear your voice callin', "It's alright" Neon signs flashin' Taxi cabs and buses

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red

Heavy metal, heavy metal What do you want Between the eyes I hear it screaming And it electrifies Your inner feelings Hot shock waves charge the air All heads are banging Fists pumping everywhere

I just wonder Do you ever Think of me anymore I'll leave you alone for good, I promise Maybe this decision was a mistake You probably don't care what I have to say But it's been heavy on my mind for months now Guess I'm trying to clear some mental space

Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

Look down, look down That lonesome road Before you travel on I'm weary of toting, such a heavy load Trudging down, that lonesome road Look up, look up And seek your maker Before Gabriel blows his horn Before you travel on