I'm there in the water Still looking for ya Can't you see, can't you see If I was not myself And you were someone else I'd say so much to you And I would tell the truth Cause I can hardly breathe When your hands let go of me

In loving you with my whole heart Tell me now, where was my fault Oh tell me now, where was my fault Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life Can you lie next to her And give her your heart, your heart As well as your body And can

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

You can't make old friends Can't make old friends But you can't make old friends What will I do when you are gone? Who's gonna tell me the truth? Who's gonna finish the stories I start, The way you always do? When somebody knocks at the door, Someone new

Everything comes back to you Over and over the only truth Drive highways and byways to be there with you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing

By American Dreams 'Cause I'm not sleeping in American Dreams American lies We're trying to see through the smoke in our eyes So give me the truth Don't tell me your lies 'Cause it's harder to breathe When you're buried alive

How 'bout you? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? Yeah, I know where I come from I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool