And maybe someday down the road I wanna know you Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh I'll sit back and say to myself I wanna go there where you go I wanna find out what you know Yeah, I thought so I like how you are with me

But there is trouble ahead I can feel it You are just saving yourself when you hide it Yeah, I know you care I see it in the way that you stare As if there was trouble ahead, and you knew it I'll be saving myself from the ruin And I know you care I know

Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them There are places I'll remember Though some have changed

The sinner is you I see and hear more than I wish The seal has broken up again One life on earth fades away again There's been a kill in the spirit world The ultimate sinner just don't know Is there forgiveness Do we all deserve our blessing What's life

That's what you do to me Just call me crazy That's what you do Insane, deranged It don't matter to me Call it what you want to; I don't care And it doesn't make a difference 'long as she's there Lovin' you is crazy Crazy is what I'll be

Yeah, I will be there Oh, I will be there Will you live like me, in a world run by desire? Will you wake from worldly dream and not be tired? Will you work like me to lift the conversation higher? Will you be cool like water putting out the fire? How can

Every time you go, you are all I see Holding out for you and me Said "don't worry baby about what you're gonna miss There will always be a much much more than this Like anyone I knew a Dave Drove a Plymouth shallow grave Said, "my girl don't just walk,

I should be loving you Don’t say goodnight We just watched it burn Know we could’ve kept going by I tried to find the truth And I ain’t there with you I never listen, I never listen All the things you said I’ll never hear again

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see