Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon'

Up among the heather in the hills of Benafee There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari-Mac And make no mistake she's the girl I'm gonna track Lots of other fellas try to get her on the back. But I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early. Mari-Macs

Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away

To all the boys and girls outside You know I didn't cry But you saw me anyway In the back of the creek one day And if you're trying to get a ride On a roller skate or a bike Just ask me and I'll take you round The block and back this way again Why don't

Won't you come round my way For some conversation, please It's a conversation piece Oh won't you come round my way Take me back to California To those crystal neon signs The traveling sensation I'm blinded by the light There are eyes on every corner

Take my soul I don't need it anymore Come on open your eyes You're the cure I am looking for Don't let go Such strange ways to show who we are, what you know Put the life back in your heart Let's try forgiveness no self-deception Little less reaction,

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle

Take my breath away Don't you know you excite me like that When you touch me like that Got me running right back Want it, want it, want it, want it, and I want it now (want it now) I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna show you how Burning lights

I don't want to take what you can give Can't buy what I want because its free The waiting drove me mad You're finally here and I'm a mess I take your entrance back Can't let you roam inside my head I would rather starve than eat your bread I would rather

Connie came back from her second cousin's wedding First time she'd been home in 'bout a year or two Just in time for the rehearsal dinner But that crazy Connie wasn't wearing any shoes She lives in L.A. she flies to New York City That woman's been around