Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you want to find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your

Demand what you will never deserve Respect is gained by trust shown and earned You're taking steps on a fine line So you don't have to choose a side Good deeds are not recognized When the heart's intent is full of pride Don't mask your pride with

Catch the wind, see us spin But the wind won't blow You really shouldn't go That you will be mine By takin' our time, ooh Sail away, leave today Way up high in the sky, hey whoa Only goes to show And if I say to you tomorrow

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.

Hanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by

(Dying, yeah, yeah, gangstas, gangstas, gangstas) I made a decision last night that I would die for it Just to show the city what it takes to be alive for it (Tried to kill me but they still want the views) Yeah, for the dogs dem, you know Man when shit

(Take me to the other side) (Show me what I cannot find) (Never ending number line) Someone, someone is trying Someone, someone is dying Do you see it, there on the door? Death is coming, life nevermore Obsession drives me, clouding my mind What's the

You're driving this thing tonight Just pick the spot, say the word Baby, what you got? We can go uptown, show out Spend every dime in my pocket We can hit the outskirts, red dirt Riding these roads like a rocket You can be my freeway DJ Just tell me

That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you Kick back and let it do what it do What's that smell? Wanda is a woman she works down the hall Shows up on time, she's like balls to the wall She went out to lunch with her high school friends

That to me is what your eyes are, Soft as stars in April skies are, Tell me some day you'll fulfill Their promise of a thrill. Flashing eyes in which my hopes rise, Let me show you where my heart lies. Let me prove that it adores That loveliness of yours.