I'll be onward bound And I just can't keep on cryin' I just can't be satisfied Well I am going away to leave Won't be back no more Going back down south Child don't you wanna go Woman, I am trouble I just can't be satisfied

And we're not blind We are listening This is your life, this is your time Show me now Show me the arms aloft This my chick This is your time It's like we just can't help ourselves Cause we don't know how to back down

We ain't ever gettin' older I know it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke-down car and And I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) No, I, I, I can't stop (can't stop) So, baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your Rover That I know you can't afford

You gotta get down on your knees, believe Fold your hands and beg and plead You gotta cry, rain tears of pain Pound the floor and scream His name 'Cause we're still worth saving Can't go on like this and live like this We can't love like this Gotta keep

I know I thought I can’t let go Well it’s over He won’t take me back when I come around Says he’s sorry then he puts me out I got a big chain around my neck And I’m broken down like a train wreck Can’t let go You told me baby one more time Won’t make me

I guess I'll never learn Cause I stay another hour or two You know I can't be found with you We get back to my house Your arms, my mouth Now I just stop myself around you A soft sound To the way she wears her hair down Covering up her face

Will you sing us a song And we'll sing it back to you We could sing our own But what would it be without you I am finding out that maybe I was wrong That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone Stay with me This is what I need please I am nothing now

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

We can't back down There's too much at stake Don't walk away We can't back down Not right now This is serious In our own backyard Our own home plate

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all