When the only thing you want is The only thing that you can't have When the part that you can't take is Knowing you can't take it back She's on the good side, goodbye On the right sight of free And you're on the wrong end of a long night On the left side

I can see just fine with you in my life, There by my side as it starts to fade I know this can't be right, stuck in a dream A nightmare full of sorrow Come back to me, this is inconceivable Breaking apart the ones you love Hate runs deep for what you've

Where does everybody going when they go Let me ask you I am here, I am here I've already seen the bottom, so there's nothing to fear I know that I'll be ready when the devil is near All of this wrong, but I'm still right here I don't have the answers,

My love must be some kind of blind love I don't see anybody but you Are the stars out tonight? I don't know if it's cloudy or bright 'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear The moon may be high But I can't see a thing in the sky 'Cause I only have eyes for

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

Everything's gonna be alright boys, help is on the way Hold your head up high now, there's no need to cry now We're not running anymore Leave the politics behind boys, they're not working anymore There's so much more at stake here, it's make or break

Oh, maybe you're the right one Ooh, and now I understand You could've slipped through my hands Well, I just can't wait anymore There's a chance we can make it We just gotta take it Endless are the nights I stay with you Endless are the dreams

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

(Money and the fame) Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift