Oh sinnerman, think you're runnin' to? Think you're runnin' to? What's the matter with you, rock? Don't you see I need you, rock? Lord, Lord, Lord All on that day Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? I said rock

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

I know it's hard now for you to see You can't change how it was or how it's gonna be I'm what she wants, you're just what she needs And yet she still loves me, she still loves me Where is her sweater? It’s not in her car Is not at her friend’s house,

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

Out of this goodbye town Nothing but a goodbye town Gotta find a way to finally get out This ain't nothing These streets are only bringing me down You're gonna think of me Right there's the high school where we met We'd sneak out back for a couple kisses

Nothing really matters I'm gonna be here My first teenage love affair Cause the lights are on outside Wish there was somewhere to hide Cause you are my baby baby I don't really care what nobody tell me Its a matter of extreme importance Cause I just

Like I said you know I'm almost dead You know I'm almost gone And when the drummer drums He's gonna play my song To carry me along And when the boatman comes To ferry me away To where we all belong I said yeah

Everybody needs somebody sometimes Yeah everybody needs somebody sometimes So here you are now, nowhere to turn It's just the same old yesterday You made a promise to yourself That you were never gonna be this way And the only thing that you've ever

Bad time for a good time, baby You should know about it by now I'm sorry, but you've called at a bad time And every time is probably gonna be a bad time I'm sorry, but it's not like the last time Where you were calling me and hoping for a good time Now I

Mercy on judgment, Lord Downpressor man, where you gonna run to? Run to the Lord, Lord, what you hidin'? Oh, along that day I wouldn't like to be a flea, under your collar, man Oh, along that day, sad day Tell me, downpressor man, where you gonna run to?