Looking for a place to happen Making stops along the way, hey I'll put your coat up on the bed We've all been here since, God, who knows? I've got a job, I explore, I follow every little whiff And I want my life to smell like this To find a place, an

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out

For you and for me If you care enough for the living Make a better place There are people dying Heal the world Make it a better place And the entire human race For you and for me Make a little space

Make my day Get your booty on the floor tonight I don't want a place to stay Make my make, make my day While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin' Pump it up a little more See cause that's where the party's at

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still

Each place I go only the lonely go Some little small cafe The songs I know only the lonely know Each melody recalls a love that used to be The dreams I dream only the lonely dream Of lips as warm as May That hopeless scheme only the lonely scheme That

I got everything I've got you I don't need nothing More than you Back when all my little goals seemed so important Every pot of gold fill and full of distortion Heaven was a place still in space not in motion

Anywhere away with you Just take me anywhere, take me anywhere Little less, over, over, over, over, me Over the hills and far away A million miles from L.A Just anywhere away with you I know we've got to get away Someplace where no one knows our name

A little buckshot dot on a map it might be Who'd wanna live in this place Who'd wanna suffer the fate Of a life spent pulling a plow through the dirt Who'd wanna put down roots in a blue collar suit We do, and a few of us know what it's worth But it's

Cold beer conversations Just a couple old boys, a little time well wasted Trying to figure out life Trying to figure out girls Trying to find our place in this crazy old world A little truth, a little frustration Cold beer conversation Ya ever feel like