To even the toughest among us That would be too much Coming from where he did He was turned away from every door like Joseph He didn´t know what it was to be black ´Til they gave him his change But didn´t want to touch his hand Isn´t it just enough How

Can it be I stayed away too long Did I leave your mind when I was gone But this time let me tell you where I'm at I want to, want to be where you are (ooh aah) I want to, want to be where you are (oh aah) I want to be, I want to be (oh) It's not my thing

Are you happy now? Somewhere in the crowd In a foreign place There's nothing left to say So I shut my mouth So won't you tell me, babe You're a world away You're the only one who can The wash in the weight of your pockets, so deep

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

Curiosity becomes a heavy load Perhaps 'fuck off' might be too kind Well, the morning was complete Where there was tears on the steering wheel, dripping on the seat Several hours or several weeks I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak It's

If it takes a lifetime I got too far from my raising, I forgot where I come from And the line between right and wrong was so fine Well I thought the highway loved me But she beat me like a drum My day will come, if it takes a lifetime I've been working

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back to where you once belonged Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't last. Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass. Get back jojo. go home

You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before

Isn't it good Norwegian wood? I once had a girl Or should I say she once had me She showed me her room She asked me to stay And she told me to sit anywhere So I looked around And I noticed there wasn't a chair I sat on a rug biding my time