And why should I spend time running for my life? And when the skies are open, we'll still be singing this I know they're coming for me, we're not the pitchfork kids Ooh, ooh, it's the loneliest life that we live Ooh, ooh, we're not running with the

Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) All this trouble in this here town All this shit going down When will they focus, on this Streets ride up with the TV crews Look ma, we on the news But they didn't notice Before this They float

This is my breaking point I'll pay my price Just please don't let me miss My peace of mind I'll even die for this God ease my soul And don't let me forget That there is nothing forcing me to a bitter end

Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain Moonlight makes me dizzy Sunlight makes me clean Your light is the sweetest thing That this boy has ever seen I got a friend in Fremont He sells used cars, ya know Well, he calls me up twice a year Just ask me how'd

Fight fire with fire Ending is near Bursting with fear Do unto others as they have done unto you But what in the hell is this world coming to? Blow the universe into nothingness Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest We shall die Time is like a fuse, short

With everything I won't let this go, these words are my heart and soul I'll hold on to this moment you know, as I bleed my heart out to show I want you to know And I won't let go I don't want this moment to ever end Where everything's nothing without you

I wanna take my heart to the end of the world I won't waste another day Wishing this would fade away Fly away tonight Na na na na na na na I want a little bit of California With a little bit of London sky And fly away tonight I want a little bit of open

Forgiveness is all we have Nothing else will give you A peace of mind When will this end Are you willing to just let go Get into a well of A tainted stain Got the beating of that Will we dig you

For graphs of passion and charts of stars How endings start Ending start Starts with answers All this that is more than a wish is a memory All this that is ceases to be All is revealed The obvious door opens nothing Nothing, nothing left, nothing left

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,