Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Nobody knows you, Once I lived the life of a millionaire, Spent all my money, I just did not care. Took all my friends out for a good time, Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine. Then I began to fall so

When the sky is gray And the moon is hate I'll be down to get you. Roots of earth will shake. Sinister purpose Knockin' at your door; Come and take my hand.

There ain't no brakeman on this train We had our chance, it slipped away Don't call my name Watch what you're doing now Staring down the double line We're flowing off behind I never see your face no more I left you standing on the shore We made mistakes

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream Make it the cutest that I've ever seen Then tell her that my lonesome nights are over Mister Sandman, I'm so alone Don't have nobody to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mister Sandman, bring us a dream Give her

I feel so close to you right now And there's no stopping us right now It's a force field I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal Your love bores down, I mean surround me like a waterfall Your love bows down, I mean surround me like a waterfall

Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah) Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination If you can't get over me, it's because the good vibrations 50 large in my pants like, what? (Hey) Like what's the occasion? 50 large in my pants like what?

Get out my car honey Let's find a common emotion, something we both can feel Let's dive, sink and drown in devotion, so I know that this real 'Cause I want to feel a common emotion, common emotion Common emotion, common emotion If were oceans apart, I'd

Far away like a radio All broke down, comin' in low Red lights flash, static and snow I was ridin' shotgun with the driver The lovers and the rounders Come along with me to L.A. Me and my bride On a Greyhound back

I've seen through the shading And down to what's within Reaching you will feel me Lost and alone You said I was what you were looking for So why do I feel so empty And it seemed so real Pulled from my grasp taken away Am I nothing in your eyes

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint