Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

Hey, hey, hey Grown woman Known better than to treat me like some It's only a little pain It'll be gone in a couple of days Or maybe a life or two

Every part of me Maybe I will never be Who I was before Maybe I don't know her anymore Maybe who I am today Ain't so far from yesterday Can I find a way to be How it's gonna be I wanna understand

Maybe it's time to let the old ways die Nobody knows what awaits for the dead Nobody speaks to God these days It takes a lot to change a man Hell, it takes a lot to try Some folks just believe in the things they've heard And the things they read I'm glad

(Sad to see you go) (Do I wanna know?) If this feeling flows both ways Was sorta hoping that you'd stay (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Maybe we've passed the point of not return We just want to watch the world burn Yeah, I know you know That we've been living a lie Turn a blind eye Until the day we die Maybe we just want to watch the world burn The sun is burnt out black There was a

Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself