I will hold on hope Rain down, rain down on me Oh I will hold on I will hold on Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams 'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams I sit alone in this winter

I take the world by storm (storm, storm, storm) I wanna tear down boundaries I wanna greet my enemies I wanna see what I haven't seen 'Cause I know there's more I've always dreamed of travel Why should we die where we were born? (born) Some road are laid

The sun goes down He takes the day, but I'm grown And in your way He walks away My tears dry on their own In this blue shade So we are history Your shadow covers me The sky above ablaze

Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye Johnny Good bye Johnny B. Goode She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound bus Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West Down came the tears from her happiness Her own little son

It's hard, so hard, it's tearing out my heart It's hard letting you go It ain't no fun lying down to sleep And there ain't no secrets left for me to keep I wish the stars up in the sky Would all just call in sick And the clouds would take the moon out On

Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let me grieve in private Cause each time I see you I break down and cry If you see me walking ddown the street And I start to cry each time we meet I just can't get over losing you and so if I seem broken

Yeah, it's alright now, baby, I got the cure I got the cure I was a little bit hurt, but I'm not anymore 'Cause the tears fell down, but they don't anymore I was a little locked out, but I'm not anymore I was a little far gone, but I'm not anymore Oh,

Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat Midnight, our sons and daughters Cut down, taken from us In the wind we hear their laughter In the rain we see their tears Night hangs like a prisoner Stretched over black and blue In the trees our sons stand

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me