La, la, la, la We'll thank this small hotel With a wishing well I wish that we were there One room bright and neat Complete for us to share Looking through the window You can see a distant steeple

You always were the better part of me Open your eyes See through the pain Remember how we used to be Before you let it go Without you I'm half the man I used to be 'Cause all of our wrongs can't be made right Won't you let it go

So hold up and, take it through the night And we should follow through, to make it alright Now grab each others' hands, get 'em all I wanna see you rock to the piano It's not hard, (it's not hard) But I'd rather make a song they can play on the radio

You hold me You caught me without warning You hold me, you hold me See what we're made of So what are we afraid of? We pretend we're not falling But you can't keep your hands off of me Close enough to see right through me I don't know who you are

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

Tudutudutudu, fuck you too Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes Never wear your heart on

Your wheels on fire Your one desire But we will overcome We see right through it Well you say, you won You'll work until the work is done I don't see you lift a hand To help out one of your fellow man And they're using up again

Can't you see we're out for blood Fight for the black shark See what evil brings Can't you see we're out for blood Love from a shotgun License to kill (Pre Chorus) The kids scream in fright through the night Loving every bit with delight

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now