Would you write, would you call back baby if I wrote you a song I need you at home And you can wave to all of your friends And I'll never leave you again I been gone but you're still my lady Cut off all of your hair Did you flinch, did you care Did he

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write "May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing The songs that you and I won't sing Let's not look the other way Taking a chance Cause if the bugler starts to play In the grip of this cold December You and I have reason to remember The songs that you and I

'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to Hush mavourneen, the police are watching So good night and God guard you forever And write to me once you get by Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember That the doom will be mine if I stay Than to rot in their prison

I'll use that star to write I love you A thousand times across the sky One thing isn't very clear, my love Should the teacher stand so near, my love? Graduation's almost here, my love Did you say I've got a lot to learn? Well, don't think, I'm tryin' not

Impossible, impossible Tell them all I know now Shout it from the roof tops Write it on the sky line All we had is gone now Tell them I was happy And my heart is broken I remember years ago

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide Say you were made to be mine No one could say what we get to be You know you want me So don't keep saying our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards And faith is pulling you miles away And out

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

Met myself a comin' county welfare line. I was feelin' strung out, hung out on the line. Saw myself a goin', down to war in June. All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune. Wrote a song for everyone, Wrote a song for truth. Wrote a song For