Define your ascension Draw your breath Put your fears to death Your time has come Your time will come This is a dawning A calling to face down consequence No honor in hiding behind a wall, that keeps you sane Shed the skin of past mistakes No remorse and

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

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

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

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

I'm calling you up, you tell me it's over Yeah, it's hard when you're young You say what you want, but it's hard when you're young We both know I go too far like when I wrecked your car And almost fought your father when he pushed me in the yard And all

She was the only one Does heaven have enough angels yet? Of my flesh and blood Now I have no calling I can do no worldly good I sit silent I sit mourning I sit listless all the day I've mostly lost the voice to speak

When love was still around One day before it all came crashing down And I can hear the sirens still calling your name And I can see the ashes rise up from the flames It's easy to think twice A choice can change your life And I can see the flashing lights

Calling America Yeah, we're living in In a modern world Calling America (can't get a message through) Calling America (that's what she said to do) Calling America (that's where she has to be) Calling America (she left a number for me) Somebody told her

And when she call me I might pick up I pull up on her, paint a picture I know you want me to be witcha But, baby I can't take no pictures She want Balmain, baby them is small things I'm balling, I might pull up when she calling No small change, walking