I like the simple life The way it used to be We left our doors wide open We didn't need no key I've been around the world Seen all there is to see I'd trade all those memories for one more day How it used to be Hey, when is the last time you sat down and

I'm gonna make it anyway It's not right, but it's okay Pack your bags up and leave And don't you dare come running back to me Close the door behind you leave your key I'd rather be alone than unhappy It's not right but it's okay Friday night you and your

Fools on parade That you would rather be beside than in front of The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along Fools on parade cavort and carry on For waiting eyes But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the

You hold on to love that's gone Run a mile to see him smile But you don't know he's door to door playin' you for the fool Let him go, walk out your door And come to me I'm gonna set you free Now you look and there you go back to him, he's gonna do you in

Yeah anybody else with any kind of sense It ain't a bar, ain't the beer, it ain't the whiskey Woulda done moved on said it is what it is Old school McGraw coming out of my doors Had to pull over, couldn't take it no more Got this thing running in park,

Baby, give me all of you And I will give you all of me So close the door and throw away the key Your touch, your touch is everything now I feel so much, it's taking me down Down, take me down We stand so close, electricity All of you fits so perfectly

'Cause all that’s left for you to do is leave There’s the door, there’s your car, here’s the keys All that’s left for you to do is leave Said goodbye a long, long time ago And all that’s left for you do is leave And all that’s left for you to do is leave

Devil's Island! Devil's Island! And here on Devil's Island, The light that fill my lonely cell, Is blocked out by the key, That locks the door to this hell, The place they wanted me. Time's racing like the wind, Execution's near. Oh Lord, I wait for

It ain't easy anymore When I'm walking out your door My feet drag across the floor And it just about kills me I hate picking up my keys I hate kissing you goodbye With that look in your eyes And your arms around me Girl, believe me

I have, I hold the key, to nothing, it's a small Murder, murders in the hands, of motion, as It seems to be No more doors No more locks No more windows No more box