Forever changed, Nothing ever stays the same Forever named, Forever changed She remembers the nights he’d come calling His yellow silk tie In love she saw him falling for her in the fire of July Then one day as the nights grew longer Blackberry winter in

Could this be love That I hear calling There was a young girl Ridin' on the wind She had all of the answers Didn't need to pretend I remember - she was the only friend I ever needed Now I wonder

And it sounds like I hear the devil calling me back home I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil calling me back home) I hear the devil calling me back (I hear the devil) She calling, calling, calling Hey yeah, (oh yeah, ooh) No rest for the

Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place

She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) In the night she hears him calling In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain In the night when she comes crawling Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face But I don't mind, I don't mind

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your

We're smelling honey suckle on the river bank Fireflies, sweet tea, in the summer rain Pouring all the way, all the way, down Cherry red lips calling out my name Two-ton Ford and that parking brake Pushed all the way, all the way down Dash light dripping

Inside the Sad Cafe. Inside the Sad Cafe Out in the shiny night The rain was softly falling The tracks that ran down the boulevard Had all been washed away Out of the silver light the past came softly calling And I remember the times we spent Oh it

Far away over the sea In the arms of my darlin' hometown There's a river that's calling to me That river she runs all around The place that I call my hometown There's a valley on the side of the hill And flowers on an old windowsill A familiar old

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the