I've got money now There is no prize When I was a young buck I tried to be liked by I tried so hard to be funny and nice I tried so hard to be sugar and spice

I put the rage in a river, roll in a thunder But you kept me from going under When that current got too heavy I always thought I'd be a heap of metal And a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal Sold for parts like a junkyard rusted-out Chevy Fear I've

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

Holding on, laughing and crying I'm finding my way back home Laying in a bed that was burning It's so hard when you're young and in love Trying, and fighting 'Cause that's what you do when you're young and in love Young and in love I'm coming to see you

Like that was your favorite year? We were young and so inspired We weren't the only ones who thought We'd change the world No sun would set without us No one we knew could ever doubt us We had our future figured out We knew a love like ours would always

Get ready Marie, get ready Marie Get ready for dreams to come true Get ready Marie, get ready for me There’s so many things we can do She was a pretty good looking young girl And she kissed me in such a way But to get anything, she said show me the ring

Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences Dirty tissues, trust issues Glasses on the sink, they didn't

When Daddy let me drive A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel It's painted red, the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with Daddy when

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

I had a dream when I was young Of what I wanted for me Of what I'd do when I turned 21 And now I'm there I know that nothing comes free Now I've been trying so hard For what I want and what I need And I believe, I believe Yes I believe, I believe You've