Wounded, I'm Wounded I'm battered and broken and bruised All tore up inside over you Wonderin' why you do me like you do You plowed over me like a tractor You used me up and put me out to pasture I'm left to eat your dust Guess you're thinkin' that we

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right

City of angels, city of stars She shine brightest stone on that boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to

I'm working on my next broken heart Be the death of me What's left of me I've seen that look before She'll tear my world apart You picked me up, you shot me down You're stepping out all over town Drove me back to drinking in this bar I found myself a

Cover up, rain down We wept on the edge of this town It's all I want it's all we want tonight There's lights that line these halls That beckon us to stay A glimmer in the distance That gathers all the stray And when I need it most

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,

I grew up inna place called De La Vega Spanish Town Rocking Over Prison Oval I grew up inna a place called Ensom City Spanish Town groovy Everybody nice Hail Jah mon, Spanish Town me born Dat a weh me come from From you look inna me face you see a De La

That's good to me, oh yeah I got a woman, way over town She saves her lovin', early in the mornin' Just for me, oh yeah Well, don't you know she's all right Well, I got a woman, way over town Said I got a woman, way over town Good to me, oh yeah She

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each

Keep moving your heels on the floor Let the bartender pour you up another round Tip the cover band, find another hand To dance and call him your rebound Another late night love, another last call crush With the neon shining down Girl, this time around,