And the thunder sounds like horses hooves Oh, I listen to her breathe And it makes me wanna wake her up And tell her that I'm on fire Listen to the rain It's just one of those days And listen to the rain fall on the roof With morning desire Here it is

River of no return You'll never get my mind right Like two ships passing in the night Want the same thing where we lay A different way from where I'm going Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion So sorry if I turn my head Yours is a familiar face

I was a fool to fall and get that way Hi-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss Old man sunshine listen you Never tell me dreams come true Just try it and I'll start a riot Beatrice Fairfax don't you dare Ever tell

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

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen And I believe This may call for a proper introduction, and well

And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've

My song of the end Take him back to Avalon Oh, I haven't been here for a while In blindness and decay The circle's been closed, now I've seen it all Listen crowd I'll tell you everything Though I have to say

Listen what they say (listen what they say) I wouldn't do that (ooh, ooh) 54-46 was my number, was my number, man Can you hear me say, yeah? (yeah yeah) Right now, someone else has that number Stick it up, mister Can you hear what I'm saying now, yeah

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

This is your last chance to find a go-go dance to disco now Forget what they said in Soho, leave the "Oh, no"s out Believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie Please believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie And believe me, Natalie, listen, Natalie This is your last