If I had to lose a mile If I had to touch feelings I would lose my soul The way I do I don't have to think I only have to do it The results are always perfect And that's old news Would you like to hear my voice

You or me, baby, who's gonna break first? Who's gonna walk up and say "hi" Say, "what the hell are we doin'?" Then lean in a little close to whose lips Standing at the bar tryin' to get a drink Got one I hadn't touched at the table Somebody said you're

But in the end It doesn't even matter I tried so hard And got so far I had to fall To lose it all It doesn't even matter how hard you try The journey is more important than the end or the start And what it meant to me will eventually be

I would, my friend, Fernando If I had to do the same again There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though we never thought that we could lose There's no regret

With her every little move she's telling me I'm over you She's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's got the rhythm and I got the blues And she's showing me how much I had to lose This old bar stools feeling higher As a started sinking lower The

For me there ain't no escape from the blues Well I can see I was born to lose Well someone made a mistake When they said life was a bowl of fruit You know I had to go downtown And pawn my last suit You know I was born to lose You know I haven't seen or

I would, my friend, Fernando If I had to do the same again There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret

I was goin' through the closet Back in my old home Found my letterman's jacket, so I slipped it on Deep in the pocket, still folded up tight Was the letter you wrote to tell me goodbye The minute I saw it I just had to smile It smelled like old leather,

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen

You ain't shine if you don't learn to glo, glo up How you finna shine with all that shade you throw, grow up White Ghost, ten toes, inside Gucci loafer I'd rather be dying than be going broke I would rather die before I lose this though Swear to God You