Good fortune comes our way And we ride down Kings Highway, yeah yeah Lover, I'll await the day When the time gets right I'm gonna pick you up And take you far way from From trouble my love Under a big ol' sky

I'm sorry but the party's over. Hollywood whore, Passed out on the floor, The talk of the town, Can't take it no more, Is she's going down. Is she's going down, Cocaine nose,

Can I be your plus one? I could take you undercover, on the run, baby The night is young Ooh, baby, would you play my song? Ooh, baby, ever feel you're naughty for the fun baby? Now can I be your plus (plus, plus), be your plus one? I could be your plus

And I want you to be my acrobat, I want you to be my lover Oh there were others who would treat you cruel Stepped into my life from a bad dream Oh little Jeannie, you got so much love, little Jeannie And you take it where it strikes and give it to the

But I was thinkin' maybe we might Hey girl, tell me What you doin' later tonight? Call me crazy I'll take you downtown, table for two I keep it laid back, just me and you right now I'm trippin' over my feet 'Cause the way that you were lookin'

Approaching original violence To each his own Life can do with one less watered-down excuse If this is over you can tell me it's no use Use, just tell me it's over There comes a time when we can't take the same abuse We can't continue on like this Now

We can take it over to the bank

And the madness overtakes us My God is better than yours And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all I followed you out in the storm But it carried you off And I burned every picture of yours Was that not enough? My gun is bigger than

This isn't everything you are Don't keel over now Don't keel over And in one little moment, it all implodes Breathe deeply in the silence, no sudden moves Just take the hand that's offered, and hold on tight There's joy not far from here, I, I know there

And it's all over now, baby blue You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin'