Well, we had it all And we let it fall I hope you’re lonely, hope you’re lost 'cause I've been I'd hate to think you're better off without me I know we tried to hold on But where do you go When love, it just ain't enough? I know we kept losing touch Got

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

I just had a change of heart Oh, I just had a change of heart Are we awake? Am I too old to be this stoned? Was it your breasts from the start? They played a part For goodness sake I wasn't told you'd be this cold Now it's my time to depart and I just

Oh! they say some people long ago Were searching for a diff'rent tune One that they could croon As only they can They only had the rhythm so They started swaying to and fro They didn't know just what they had And that is how the blues really began They

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Oh, I'd have never found you At that random house party that I didn't even wanna go to Had me first time feelin' in a while I should make one, too Sometimes the finish line is just the start of something new Then I'd have never found you 'Cause I'd never

Babada baba Our kind of people had a bed for the night And it was okay And daddy told us never listen to the ones Pointing nasty fingers and making fun 'Cause we were good kids Mama said that it was quite alright My mama said that is was okay When mama

Just to see you smile I'd do anything That you wanted me to And all is said and done I'd never count the cost It's worth all that's lost You always had an eye for things that glittered But I was far from bein' made of gold I don't know how but I scraped

She let it slip away, away, away They all feel the same 'Cause no one will love you like her Adjust to the fame And die with a smile She has no recollection Of the life she had without me It's so sad it had to be this She forgot the good things about me

Your eyes are full of hate, forty one, That's good Hate keeps a man alive, its gives him strength While cutting their shadows, kill them into the dark trough Black is all the way, furious never-ending darkness show Only way could be hard in their small