Where do they go? They come here To drown in their sorrow and cry in their beer They’re in need of a mind-bender I’m a bartender At the end of the day I’m all they’ve got Hope on the rocks Brady was a baseball star

Nothing should matter Not when love grows inside you There's a miracle in store How could I throw away a miracle How could I face another day It's all of my doing I made a choice And today I pay

And bring on all the pretenders Long live the walls we crashed through All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you I was screaming, "long live all the magic we made" One day we will be remembered I'm not afraid I had the time of my life Fighting

Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, Little house, little kid, little small town story Come

One day I shall be home One day I walk in flowers One day I walk on stones Today I walk in hours Oh I have been a beggar And shall be one again And few the ones with help to lend Within the world of men I have sat on the street corner And watched the

This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks Welcome to the club Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb Every weekend with your friends Every weekday when it ends Damn it's all good, I guess Round and round and

Which song of all the songs When there's a song for every star One must be right for me Along the countless days, the endless nights That I have searched so many eyes So many hearts, so many smiles Which one to choose, which way to go, how can I tell

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand Just long to know that you understand My buddy, my buddy, your buddy misses you Nights are long since you went away I think about you all through the day My buddy, my buddy, no buddy quite so true

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the

Primo victoria Through the gates of hell As we make our way to heaven Through the Nazi lines On the shores of western Europe 1944 Aiming for heaven though serving in hell Victory is ours their forces will fall D-day upon us On 6th of June