Laughing a little bit more with every mile. But what a feeling chasing the sun, Living my life like it's shot from a gun, Oh what a freedom racing the wind, Dying to know what's around the next bend, And smiling as I watch the years roll by. I'm learning

We've got it, we've got it, we've got it made Were having the best time, living the fast life Thinking were just too damn young to die Can't wait for next time to see all the bright lights To see it all Driving the fast lane out on the freeway Tell us to

I think you're crazy, maybe I will see you in the next life Red wine and sleeping pills Help me get back to your arms Cheap sex and sad films Help me get where I belong Stop sending letters Letters always get burned It's not like the movies They fed us

A next man have you gal when you missing Yo frata (back to life) me wa go (back to reality) Me wa go (back to reality) Listen, you can get pum pum a prison Stay far from war that a coppa And led you can't get head when you dead. The food a shit, bed

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

In loving you with my whole heart Tell me now, where was my fault Oh tell me now, where was my fault Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life Can you lie next to her And give her your heart, your heart As well as your body And can

In the next life This time forever There'll be no more goodbyes 'Cause you left me helpless on the other side I'll find you there in the next life The sun is set, the rain has passed Who knew tomorrow wouldn't last I wear the cross that bares your name

You are the lovers rock The rock that I cling to You're the one The one I swim to in a storm Like a lovers rock And in all my life I am in the wilderness You are in the music In the man's car next to me

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Happiness straight from the bottle When real life’s too hard to swallow I reach out when I have a confession I reach out in desperation I reach out when no one is listening So I could looking for the next best thing I feel them judging on me for their