It's like a butterfly in a hurricane My chances with you are a million to one It's like candle lights in the pouring rain It's like fireflies gathered on the sun Like a driftwood on an ocean wave That gets tossed and turned like you're doing to me I was

That's my favorite way of touchin' you But that ain't all I'm into I wanna get inside your brain Every part of you I go from touchin' you with both hands To touchin' you with no hands T-t-touchin' you T-t-touchin' you (touchin' with no hands, ooh)

Hungover on heartache Either way, things have to change And we're tattooed with the words that won't wash away Didn't think I would feel this way But I get sick when you mention her name Wish I didn't have to face you today Shot for shot, now we're

Can you hear me Don't let me down It's in the struggle that we can finally see I'll never forget how I felt so far away When fear waged war and wore down on me What do you say when you can't get the words out The sun will break through Ordinary men don't

I was cruising in a 6-4 with all of my hoes New bitch named Crystal, steady to blow My team way too official, with Chevys and Rolls Ooh-ooh-ooh! Daytrip took it to 10 Two niggas with a pistol that's ready to go Seen the red and blue lights, and I got

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

Yeah yeah yeah Hey baby, it's good to see you again This party's rockin' let's get you jumpstarted And get you a drink I love that haggard t-shirt you got on The way you're singin along, shaking that thing Right about now all I wanna say is Look at you

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well

If I make it through We'll carry on the weight of this world We'll make sure all the people know how it feels To be legendary Everybody's gonna fight And everybody's gonna fall But the ones that get up Are always the strongest Oh I can't imagine if I