Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise But it's my turn to drive Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to

This bitter earth Well, what a fruit it bears What good is love Mmh, that no one shares? And if my life is like the dust Ooh, that hides the glow of a rose What good am I? Heaven only knows Oh, this bitter earth

When these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)

That's how I got to Memphis That's how I got to Memphis If you love somebody enough You'll follow wherever they go You'll go where your heart wants to go I know if you'd seen her you'd tell me 'cause you are my friend I've got to find her and find out

Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting through tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow bring me way down I'll be fine and dandy Me, I'll be just Fine and dandy Hey, maybe I'll dye my hair Maybe I'll move somewhere

Brother, you are my guiding star Forever, you roam, I won't be far I have so many things to learn from you I was so lost until you came through And led me through the dark Brother, come close don't stray away You'll turn and run from us some day Like you

You lift my feet off the ground You spin me around You make me crazier crazier Feels like I'm falling and I'm lost in your eyes I've never gone with the wind, just let it flow Let it take me where it wants 'Til you opened the door, there's so much more

You can't hurt me now I got away from you, I never thought I would You can't make me cry, you once had the power I never felt so good about myself Oh Father you never wanted to live that way You never wanted to hurt me Why am I running away It's funny

Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Sittin' here Waitin' on a deer Aiming at the empties Missin' hittin' pine trees Ain't my fault them cans keep movin' My baby's on the phone Saying baby come home Where ya been and whatcha been doing

Somehow to believe In the choice I made Am I better off this way? I can hear the voice inside my head Saying you should be with me instead Every time I'm feeling down, I wonder What would it be like with you around? And I want, I need I was only a kid