Everybody needs somebody sometimes Yeah everybody needs somebody sometimes So here you are now, nowhere to turn It's just the same old yesterday You made a promise to yourself That you were never gonna be this way And the only thing that you've ever

Karen, take me to the nearest famous city middle where they hang the lights Where it's random and it's common versus common, la la la I'm really worked up I have weird memories of you I have weird memories of you wearing long red socks and red shoes I

Come in for a minute Welcome back It's just me and you in this room right now And there's so many things that are on my mind Uh, yea, uh (be with me) Sometimes it's hard to say That's why I take all I've got

We’re going nowhere How can I love you boy if you’re going nowhere Leave, you are not the boy you said you’d be I’m tired of asking myself why Time for me to move on And it’s so hard for me to breathe Bye, don’t have the strength to see you cry Sick of

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Are better than you thought they'd ever be Sweet and tender things Are so much nicer than silly games Softness makes it easier to smile It's better to remember things That makes the sun shine in your memory There's clouds enough for you to see Smile for

Count on me through thick and thin A friendship that will never end When you are weak, I will be strong Helping you to carry on Call on me, I will be there, don't be afraid Please believe me when I say, count on I can see that it's hurting you, I can

As you run and hide Ashes to ashes, dust to dust All you've feared here, looks you in the eyes We all fall down, skies are falling tonight As your eyes start to bleed You realize it's too late And as your sky starts to fall You realize you're standing

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing