Ooh, you be lookin' so good I be keepin' my cool, I be actin' brand new with you I be actin' brand new, I be keepin' my cool with you, hey With the top down, let me look in your eyes You know every second of yours is all mine I know what to do with my

You get yours and I'll get mine Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine On that Mason-Dixon line Engine, engine number 9 The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number

I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These old letters from years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town

Your mess is mine Hold on, darling This body is yours, This body is yours and mine Well hold on, my darling This mess was yours, Now your mess is mine Talking like we used to do It was always me and you

Blow our soul away Well I'm scared of my reflection Is it mine or is it yours? And I swear I hear the knockin' But there's no one at the door. Don't think I'm losing my perspective Cause I know one thing for sure They've been watching, they've been

All down the mines All down the mines There's nothing here, there's nothing left to find Ain't nothing in this world that ain't me and you and ours and theirs and his and hers and yours and mine

Can we be saved, has the damage all been done? A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine Save us from what we have become tonight Eyes glazed with distrust, no sense of wrong or right Its back breaks

I will hold on hope Rain down, rain down on me Oh I will hold on I will hold on Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams 'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter

Now, make your getaway Mine is mine and yours won’t take its place Everyone’s a critic looking back up the river Every boat is leaking in this town Everybody is thinking they can all be delivered sitting in a box like lost and found But I found my place

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too If you shake my hand better count your fingers What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment? If I'm right I lose nothing, if you're right I lose it all I ought to get caught because I'm doing