Pray for one last chance to prove we all belong Through the dark nights and cold days while time marches on In this life, we're running out of days We're running out of time, ignoring it's a crime No regrets, just one shot at glory Is all we got before

When the money's gone Will you be my friend Float a small row boat till our ship comes in When the winter nights chill us to the soul Will you feed the fire Spin the straw to gold Will you get cold feet Will you still be there if the ends don't meet

Single girl I think that I could be the guy Just what you're missin' baby in your life By your side When the nights get cold And I could be there for you to hold Oh baby ain't it gettin' old? Livin' in this lonely world When you don't have to be single

Girl I wanna touch you while I kiss your lipstick Around the bend down the road, hop in out of the cold Itchin' to get my fix and kiss your lipstick On the road lotta miles just to feel your smile Nashville country nights, Detroit rock city lights

Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold I won't be the victim, but the first to cast a stone Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll And don't you try to

Getting over you Someone new But the truth is I could spend my whole life getting over you Late nights, not you Someone else in this cold bed And I wonder if I’ll ever let go Yeah yeah yeah I tried spending

The thrill is gone I can see it in your eyes I can hear it in your sighs Feel your touch and realize The nights are cold For love is old Love was grand when love was new Birds were singing, skies were blue Now it don't appeal to you

Wild nights, hot and crazy days Can you feel the beat Everybody's rockin' in the summer heat As the sun goes down Well deep down inside For those wild nights, hot and crazy days I'm gonna break-out I'm gonna drive my car

This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes it's the final thing When the nights is cold and lonely Was it the money that made me a savage? Poppin' them percs and I made it a habit Totin' them pictures and

A magnet at my very core Pulls me northwards further than before But nights are shorter Lying with the truth laid out like that And your cold star gazing from the flat roof The nerves, the cat He's happier in the grip of a daft half hour Than in his