You get yours and I'll get mine Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine On that Mason-Dixon line Engine, engine number 9 The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number

'Cause if you like the way you look that much Oh baby you should go and love yourself And if you think that I'm still holdin' on to somethin' You should go and love yourself I don't but, you still hit my phone up And baby I be movin' on and I think you

You are God over the storm And I am Yours I will stand as the oceans roar Let the earth shake beneath me Let the mountains fall So I rest in Your promises Now I am sure of this Let the waters rise

Communicating thoughts of ways To never have to speak again Let me be the fire in your head Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine And meet you on the other side We'll leave a sun so anyone can find us A better place, a sweeter time We won't need any

Pamela, don't break this heart of mine Just remember, it may not heal this time Pamela, there is no second chance, for the one who leaves it all behind Side by side, I'll be yours forever Rain or shine, any kind of weather There isn't anything I wouldn't

I am that man You're trying to find You had in mind And I'll give you all my love 'Till you understand I won't give up 'Cause I know You put your heart up on a shelf I know it's hard to be by yourself

'Cause life is going, going gone Yes I'll find you and cut you down Friends and neighbours, sleepy town If you wake up before the blow Pick your face up Before it's come and come and gone Find yourself a new frontier Fly yourself away from here 'til

So walk away (walk away) Walk away, oh Save yourself from the heartache, oh Go now before it's too late But still she stays And if you don't go now then you'll stay 'Cause I'll never let you leave, never let you breathe 'Cause if you're looking for

That’s why I know you are the one When the rain is pouring down That’s how I know you are the one You make my whole world feel so right when it’s wrong You make my heart feel like its summer Tell me, tell me that you want me And I’ll be yours completely,

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop