I want to get next to you Sittin' here in this chair waitin' on you Oh, baby, to see things my way But not a word do you say You won't even look my way Girl I'm spendin' my dimes, wastin' my time Talkin' till I'm black and blue Uh, can't you see Dreams

Whoa oh oh oh oh, Mona Lisa Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe You're guaranteed to run this town I'd pay to see you frown There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

I want a Sunday kind of love A love to last past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight And I want a Sunday kind of love I want a a love that's on the square Can't seem to find somebody Someone to care And I'm on a lonely

This time I finally need a light, a light Tired of seeing in black and white, white Having flashes in my mind Can’t take the ticking of time The time that’s passing by Just an outline made of skin And my walls are paper thin I want to let you color me in

Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time

When I was fifteen, sixteen When I started really to play the guitar I definitely wanted to become a musician It was almost impossible because, it was The dream was so big That I didn't see any chance Because I was living in a little town, was studying

Looking back over my shoulder I can see that look in your eye I never wanted to say goodbye I never dreamed it could be over With an aching deep in my heart I wish that we were starting over Oh instead of drifting so far apart Everybody told me you were

Life is seen more clearly through our tears Cause we all find some faith When we face our fears When my life's goin like I want God becomes an after thought And I start trying to build my Heaven here A better believer would look to the skies And shout

I shine right 'cause I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time (These bitches don't want none) I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked

When you break up in a small town She would get down with somebody I know I guess that's just how it goes I see our friends and they put on a show Like they don't want me to know So they give me the go-around I swear it's like I can't even leave my house