Gotta get to me, gotta get to me You gotta spread your wings and start flying Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash through my horizon Bring back the air, I need to breathe, baby You gotta get to me The night

It comes to back you oh oh It comes back to you, it comes back to you Am I just a shadow you drew? All the things that you had lost will find their way to you Looking back into the past and I can see it through (Tu lu tu tu tu du tu du tu tu) 4 A.M.

'When all is said and done, there's just you and me.' Please come out tonight I need you here Its been a long, long time and I can't wait Let's find out, let's see what it's like out there If it rains we'll find somewhere, somewhere dry and warm You'll

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

And with these hands They are the only ones that I come back to We'll move the world just to find you I'll never know These words, these words Without you I'll never know These words, these words (just to find you) (These words, these words We'll move

Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through An' just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind Georgia, Georgia, a song of you, Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through

But lets forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell him I'm fine And to show, I overcome the blow I learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real Operator, could

And the night has just begun Another dawn is yet to come Carry on my little one It's time to break out from the cage It's time to change your ways It's time to find those Shattered dreams That vanished in the haze It's time to lose those

You can't imagine how I hate this Put the flowers you find in a vase Don't let them die on the vine, it's a waste There's a science to walking through windows I'm trying, but I've gone Through the glass again Just come and find me

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child