You're my thrill When I look at you 'cause you're my thrill Where's my will? Why this strange desire That keeps morning higher? When I look at you I can't keep still You do something to me

It's been over, I don't know why You're holding on when I'm not going I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere Well there's no suitcase by your front door. There's no saying goodbye. Ain't no motor out there running, idling in the drive. You don't have to

Coming over the hills (I'll never go away again I swear) It's turning darker with the passing time, But I'll be here still (I hope you're not asleep when I get there) I'm a night owl waiting for you. Praying for bright head lights Where the stables the

It's gonna be alright Through the darkest night This is a song - for the lonely Can you hear me tonight Can you hear this prayer When you're standing on the edge of nowhere There's only one way up So your heart's got to go there

Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, Hey My tapeworm tells me what to do My tapeworm tells me where to go When you, do come out But I cannot grow Till you eat the last of me Oh when will I be free

When I come around No time to search the world around 'Cause you know where I'll be found I heard you crying loud, all the way across town Cause you been searching for that someone And it's me out on the prowl As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

But now it's gone When you build your house Where everyone would love to drown It doesn't matter what for Then call me home Wait a minute baby Stay with me awhile Said you'd give me light

You ain't gotta go home tonight You can stay right here with me (I ain't goin' nowhere when you wake up I'm gonna be right there) Don't you worry bout a thing (I ain't worried about shit) You're here with me (Look its like I love my wife We going

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful