I know you're wondering when Someday, somehow I'm gonna make it alright but not right now (You're the only one who knows that) Nothing's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will How the hell'd we wind up like this Why weren't we able To see the

Ya running and ya running And ya running away Can't run away from yourself Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (running away) Who feels it knows it, Lord But ya can't run away from yourself Every man thinketh his Burden is the heaviest (heaviest) Can't run away

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain he peered into the depths And cried out in agony Reaching out he grasped the runes Before falling back from the

Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved One time for my LA sisters One time for my LA hoes Lame niggas can't tell the difference One time for a nigga who knows Nigga you know how it go Fool me one time shame on you Fool me twice, can't put the blame on

No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance

Better find this all And I found out where it's all at And I want it all Forgot it all Crafty friends where'd they all go Try and find but no one ever knows You fall down makes you want to stay Who the hell would want to anyway Well I'm leaving

Ooh, it makes me wonder There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a stairway

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him

And it pulls me back into the night 'Cause the devil's got my arms Oh, it grips me We don’t know what’s good for us 'Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it 'Cause the devil’s got my arms