Nothing ever happens if you leave the party too soon And nothing ever happens if you stay in your room Oh, get out of your own way She dreams of where she's never been Her story starts where it should end And she keeps a bible close And folds the pages

Is beating like a drum No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue Oh, the rhythm of my heart Light it up

And I thought about you Winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream Oh I'm going back to you And what did I do? I thought about you I took a trip on a train I passed a shadowy lane Two or three cars parked

Are you, are you ready, are you ready for love Written by Thom Bell, Leroy Bell and Casey James Catch a star if you can Wish for something special Let it be me, my love is free Sing a song to yourself Think of someone listening One melody, you're all for

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

An encore (oh) I want some more, I want some more I want some more, baby hit me with an encore Baby hit me with an encore You're so amazing, remember the time Just thinking about ya gives me butterflies You can save the bell cuz I want you now So open

Ego, see your ego Just too far away Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her Thinking of her But I am at Half Moon Bay It's just too far away And our place to be somewhere else Ego, see your ego, oh, oh And I'm missing my miss of roses

And you're a rocket queen I might be a little young but honey I ain't naive Here I am and you're a rocket queen oh yeah I might be too much But honey you're a bit obscene I've seen everything imaginable Pass before these eyes I've had everything that's

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made