I'm gonna see you there I'm gonna see you there, lay Where we can be natural, lay Where your heart is strong I'm workin' on the high hope And if it all works out, you might just see me Or hear from me in a while I'm gonna make it across this tight rope

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Let my baby stay, let my baby stay So please don’t take my love away Please don’t take my love away I was made to love her, been working at it Half of my life, I’ve been an addict And she’s been good to me Far as I can tell she’s happy, livin’ with her

Change in the air And they'll hide everywhere And no one knows who's in control Repress and restrain Still the pressure and the pain Wash the blood off your hands This time she won't understand You're working so hard And you're never in charge

I'm a legend tonight, legend Gonna make you feel right, legend When you reach for the light, legend I'm a legend tonight I've been working at my job, slaving like a dog all day And I've been thinking about you, girl And watching the minutes slip away

Caught in the fire You, me, and everything I can see you drowning You are the sun the moon and stars Are you and I could never run away from you You try at working out chaotic things And why should I believe myself, not you It's like the world is gonna

You know your man is workin' hard Do the things he says to do Baby, if you're feeling good And baby if you're feeling nice He's worth a deuce And get your grandma outta here

It's gonna be a long one But I'm paying my way I'll be working all night long Well, you can't just get what you want Without a little work a day And you can't just stick out your hand No, it doesn't work that way And there's not much joy in the work

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through I want you all 3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking