Road trippin', summertime livin' with your hands out kissin' the wind Stuck a little somethin in my old back pocket, break it out later if you like that When the sun's dippin, we'll start to start sippin' Road, road, road, road trippin', trippin',

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

She makes me feel good when I feel like hell Heaven is a girl that I've got to have She said leave your name At the sound of the tone Heaven is a girl I know so well She makes me feel better when I'm feelin' bad Call you right back When I get home Better

Don't you know you're standing in the way of the light? Turn night into day Pour oil on these flames Speed up my heart again There's still a way to make it right We'll find the strength this time And pull back this veil So come on, come on, come on

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

And I won't be back till fall Oh see, see see rider Girl see, what you've done Oh, oh, oh see see rider See what you've done now You've gone away and left me, Lord, now and now the blues have come, oh yes, they do Oh, well I'm goin', goin' away baby Oh

There's nothing I can say There's nothing we can do now And every time you try Goodnight, travel well The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain

Gimme back my bullets Put 'em back where they belong Ain't foolin' around 'cause I done had my fun Ain't gonna see no more damage done Gimme back, gimme back my bullets Life is so strange when its changin', yes indeed Well I've seen the hard times and

Find your own way back home Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two Where summer's lasted longer than Well longer than we do When nothing really mattered Except for me to be with you But in time we all forgotten We all grew Your melody sounds as sweet

To be stuck with you I'm coming back home I'm coming back home to you And yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed Sometimes it gets unhealthy We can't be by ourselves, we We'll always need each other, and Yes, I'm a mess but I'm blessed I just want you to know