I'm gonna hold my head up high before I'm dead in the dirt (I'm still standing here) I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason someday I want a reason, I want an answer, I want a reason What is the message What are the chances that I'll be

Mister Bojangles The old soft shoe I knew a man Bojangles Always danced with worn out shoes The silver hair, a ragged shirt And bare ragged paints He jumps so high He jumps so high and

Got no one else to blame I'm just a victim of comfort I am just a victim of comfort Cryin' shame No rocket's gonna fly that high There's no escaping the enemy he's you and I We poison up our water, we're chokin' on the air Last stop before it gets too

Oh oh oh oh oh Today, I climb the highest mountain I have ever climbed And I turn, to look at ruins I had left behind And you, where were you so far removed from any truth I lost you, didn't I? First I think I lost myself Children, then and forever

You might not never come down You may never ever come down It took too long to get this high off the ground Don't run, just stay awhile Now you, drank up all my liquor, come on What I'm supposed to do now? You talkin' all that shit, now come on You gonna

I finally found my way Said goodbye to yesterday Hit the gas, there ain't no brakes on this lost highway It's independence day on this lost highway So I drive (Drive, drive) Yeah, I'm busting loose, I'm lettin' go Out on this open road

We're walking the tightrope With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh High in the sky We can see the whole world down below That comes with a breathtaking view Walking the tightrope Some people long for a life that is simple and planned Tied with a ribbon

Oh, I got some party favors for you Party favors for you I’ve been tripping, high off blue dream Breathe into me, you know Inhale, exhale, I'm so dizzy They can't see me, I'm gone Woah, oh, they don't go as hard as I do, oh I brought some to the party

You can't forget about me While you weren't lookin' I was gettin' even higher Say what you want about me Your words are gasoline on my fire You can hate me, underestimate me Do what you do cause what you do don't phase me Just when you think I'm at the

Looks to me like I'm flying high And my uproarious arrival pushed the noise to the scene This inglorious desire that would be left out of me So I'll be open to rise And open closed minds, hook lines I'll make 'em edible You'll gobble it down Like it's