Ride out the wave Beneath the dance hall lights, You seem a girl so sound Lights up the ground, If you give up New York, I'll give you Tennessee, The only place to be The cowboy's burning eyes, Don't like the sight of me

Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

Oh, these three worn words Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning Neon, neon, neon A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field

As the world burns Beneath the ground Godspeed hell bound Shattered cries of the Prayers never heard War of the gods that Drown out of words Decisions that kill And bullets that fly

There's a hole in my soul You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground Are laid out one by one We pick ourselves undone All of your flaws and all of my flaws I can't fill it, I can't fill it Can

Look what I found Just layin' on the ground But look what I found Somebody who loves me (One, two, three) I'm alone in my house I'm out on the town I'm at the bottom of the bottle I've been knockin' them down

And I never thought, not in a million years That I'd meet so many lovers So when you gaze at planet earth from outer space Does it wipe that stupid look off of your face? I saw this aura over the battleground states I lost the money, lost the keys But

Because it's just a matter of time Before your confidence will win out Keep the faith, baby, yea Just keep your eyes on the prize To get your dreams up off the ground But you got to keep the faith Don't let nobody take you down, brother And your feet

Just a mile outside of town All along the floodline The hills roll out like centuries Pass by without a sound Oh country down Where I found my proving ground Wheels are turning around Down river bound Where the lemon tea sky fell down

Water shapes its course according to the nature Of the ground over which it flows The soldier works out his victory In relation to the foe whom he is facing Therefore, just as water retains no constant shape So in warfare there are no constant conditions