We used to laugh a lot But only because we thought That everything good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Saturday morning and it's time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known Loading in the

(If we could just join hands) That's all it takes, that's all it takes I've been to London, seen seven wonders I know to trip is just to fall I used to rock it, sometimes I'd roll it I always knew what it was for There can be no denying, that the wind'll

Grandma's hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Played a tambourine so well Used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass "Might be snakes there in that grass" Soothed a local unwed mother Used to

That's why I Slipped out the back before you knew I was there You know me I used to get caught up in everyday life Trying to make it through my day so I could sleep at night Tried to figure out my way through the maze of rights and wrongs But like you

You can bet your last two dollars There ain't no tens All them flaws Scars or tattoos that went rotten Ones you came with or you caused them We all got flaws Flaws, everybody's got 'em The woman that I love, she's purer than a dove I know her best than

Baby, let's not ever get that way And we'll call ourselves the flagship of the fleet There's a few too many years on this hotel She used to be a beauty you can tell The lights down in the lobby they don't shine They just flicker while the elevator winds

(That's a no-no) Yeah I know you want me, yeah I know (yeah ) I'm too hot on fire to waste my time (Yeah ) There's a man out there who knows how to treat me (Yeah ) I know you're not used to it, grillin' my ride He cried out I bet you never find nobody

Find a plane ticket, come right now South Beach, when the sun go down Soft streets for the sunroof down, soft streets for the sunroof down There's Gucci this, Gucci that She used to wear the Baby Phat Got a budget on yo' ass though So she let me bust it

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

You're not there To celebrate the man that you made Is it fair? You'll never know the person I'll be Every step I take, you used to lead the way Now I'm terrified to face it on my own To share in my my success and mistakes I only got you in my stories