You can do this, you can do this You are not a lu-lunatic But I can't ignore or betray these voices singing Crazy would be changing your mind Crazy would be leaving it behind It's a beautiful, beautiful day And maybe I should care more about safety Would

I want to go there when I die I could hear them singing like they are gonna fall out Raising hands and hoping, Singing, bringing in the sheets soldiers marching by Eyes open wide like a little boy I wonder I could hear them shout, I could hear them

You got your hands up, You're rocking in my truck You got the radio on, You're singing every song I'm set on cruise control You're looking so damn hot And I don't know what road we're on, Or where we've been from starin' at you Girl, all I know is I

Sing sing sing sing everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah Now you're singin with a swing When the music goes around, Everybody's goes go to town. But here is one thing you should know Sing, sing, sing, sing everybody start to sing

Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him to listen

Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over

Home, home where I wanted to go You are, you are, you are And nothing else compares The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead, singing Come out of things unsaid

Oh, I can't stop singing Oh, I can't stop singing! Make it stop, Make it stop! Am I real or just a prop? Someone won't you make it STOP! So let's just talk! What's going on? This can't be happening

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic