There's a ribbon in the sky for our love Oh so long for this night I prayed That a star would guide you my way To share with me this special day Where a ribbon in the sky for our love If allowed may I touch your hand And if pleased may I once again So

I can't feel a damn thing I can’t feel a damn thing I’ma touch you right (Let me get inside my zone) I’ma touch you right (Just let me) Woah, ooh yeah Why you rushing me baby?

Drinkin' too much, drinkin' too much Since you been gone, I can't get gone enough I'm gonna drink it all 'til you're not around I'm on top of the world, I'm going down Oh, I drink and take a sip of it Feelin' like a hypocrite Go for more and I don't give

I wanna get back Oh, kiss me Like you mean it Like you miss me To the old days When the phone would ring And I knew it was you

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

Oh no she don't No comparison, no she don't, she don't Wish you good luck being lonely You 'bout to be Ain't gon' whip it up like me Wondering what's on your mind Guess you like the simple type I ain't stupid, dumb, or blind

Fluffy clouds Jumping rainbows Alcohol on my hands I got plans To ditch myself and get outside Dancing women Throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught in flight

Take a shot for me, ooh A shot for me Take a shot for me I can see it in your eyes, you're angry Regret got shit on what you're feeling now Mad 'cause he ain't like me Oh you mad 'cause nobody ever did it like me All the care I would take, all the love

Love me leave me left me numb She's so bad she's good for me Draw your guns One night is all she needs Did you have your fun This girl knows ways you won't believe, oh Just being honest You can't tie me down Life is a short trip

Oh, these three worn words Of tourists in Verona I just want to love you in my own language There was a wayward lad Stepped out one morning The ground to be his bed The sky his awning Neon, neon, neon A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field