She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

Young man, I'm counting on you And whoa, young man, I'm counting on you Boy, you hear me calling your name The bridge is your time Your engine rolls hot If the bridges fall down, don't lose your head of steam You are now the man Sitting on the top of the

Whoa Whoaoh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Hey-eh-eh-eh, yeah Whoa, gotta learn to let it go Learn to let go, learn to let go Exorcise the demons inside me The past can't haunt me if I don't let it Live and learn and never forget it I know I'm always like Telling everybody, "You don't gotta be a

How you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer If I stay here, won't you listen To my heart, Whoa, my heart? I don't want to talk about it, I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been cryin' forever And the stars in the sky don't

Spend it all on you Dancing on empty wallets Living our lives Until we die Get too high when I'm high So we see eye-to-eye, whoa, oh And away and away we go Sugar caught a break The fluid ain't to blame

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Can't you see Oh can't you see Takin' all the best of me Whoah can't you see Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty The broken rose with laughin' eyes

Party's on, let it run You're in town having fun 'Cause you're looking for chance to run Let's run, whoa whoaoh You're the fame, scream my name Gonna know it now the game is on Don't stop, whoa whoaoh You're a hotshot, ten o'clock, ready for the night to rock

Do you wanna wanna, do you wanna wanna go? Pedal on the floorboard, lay a little bit of rubber down this road Bass bumpin' on the car door Got a blue sky, got a fast ride, got all the time in the world so come on little girl Whoa, all we gotta do is

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury