Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

Push me to the edge All my friends are dead I don't really care if you cry Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said baby I am not afraid to, die On the real, you should've never lied All my friends are dead (yeah) You alright I'm alright

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Ohh, in the spotlight When you feel like I've been, You and your friend Everybody jump in, look at us now In the spotlight, No matter what's on the outside, Get it with your inside Open your eyes, duties of the spotlight On the floor

Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down I will ease your mind When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side Oh when times get rough And friends just can't be found

The will of the wind, child The wind in the wind chimes, Takes you home again. The will of the wind The voices in the wind, Will take you home again, The journey home has just begun by friend, The magic in your eyes, Was more than I surmised,

Dem set me free again Yes, me friend, me friend The bars could not hold me Force could not control me now Don't try to cold me up on this bridge, now I've got to reach Mount Zion The highest region If you a bull-bucka I'm a duppy conqueror, conqueror

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon

Oh, oh op-bo, bo, bo-bo-bo! Yes, me friend, me friend, (Brr) Don't try (brr) I've got to reach Mount Zion The 'ighest region (Brr) If you bull-bucka, Yes, me friend, me friend, me friend, Dem set me free again Them set me free again

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want