Sleep safe and sound tonight 'Cause blind love Is guiding every step I take It's one less I got to make 'Till I find my way home try love Welcome to another hard night You made it through another day Close your eyes love If there's an patron saint of

It's easy to remember But so hard to forget So I must dream To have your hand caress me Fingers, press me tight I'd rather dream Than have that lonely feeling Stealing through the night Each little moment

And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day A light, for the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug Now the day bleeds Somebody to have I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to

Help me make it through the night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone

Just gotta lean into it But I know I'll get through it These days are filled with trouble And the nights feel like they're all getting longer These days are dark and gray Like that storm rolling in across the water There's a strong wind blowing I push on

All night long, all night long My future looks brighter in your eyes (your eyes, your eyes) So if I ever realize, I don't blame the fire, you're mine And we go all night long, all night long And sometimes through the day My future looks brighter in your

I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved Into nightfall And you're not here To get me through it all Somebody to have Now the day bleeds I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Everybody's gonna move their feet Everybody's gonna leave their seat I feel uptight on a Saturday night Nine o' clock, the radio's the only light I hear my song and it pulls me through Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do