Change that will make everything okay Well the stars are out tonight And I got nowhere to go But my nowhere is somewhere You really don't wanna know And in the morning, I'll be at the stoplight Looking kinda strange Asking for forgiveness And begging for

Well, take me back down where cool water flow, yeh Let me remember things I love Stoppin' at the log where catfish bite, Walkin' along the river road at night, Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight I can hear the bull frog callin' me Wonder if my

It's two thousand and thirteen All across the galaxy Well the times are so a'changing Baby even when it's live You can press pause and rewind You knew it would go amazing But is this what you had in mind? Oh there's nothing you can't find

How about now? Why would we wait We'll make it It's just who we are When every hour could be the last And every road could be unsafe But we'll be okay Say where to go And I know that I won't slow down

I, I believe you and me are sisters and brothers And I, I believe we're made to be here for each other And we'll never fall if we walk hand in hand Put a world that seems broken together again Yeah I, I believe in the end love wins Love will, love can,

Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away

These are better days baby Better days are shining through Better days with a girl like you There's better days shining through Are better days it's true Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah just

So I'm saving all my love for you We'll be making love the whole night through Yes, I'm saving all my love for you A few stolen moments is all that we share You've got your family and they need you there Though I've tried to resist being last on your

At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head

Oh I like you too and to tell you the truth That wasn't my chair after all. Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair, No that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yea it's usually, packed here on Friday nights, Oh