Somewhere in time Love never goes You'll always be inside of me And I know when love is true It's always with you I came to realize We met on timeless hills And in the evening mist we kissed And time stood still

Here a tower shinning bright Once stood gleaming in the night Where now there's just the rubble In the hole here the paddies and the frogs Came to gamble on the dogs Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago Oh the torn up ticket stubs From a hundred

My love does it good Only my love only my love Everywhere with my love It's understood And when I go away I know my heart can stay With my love My love only my love And when the cupboard's bare

Mr. Misunderstood Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) (I understand) I'm Mr. Misunderstood Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you Always left out, never fit in Owning that path you're walking in

I did the best I could Flying high in the friendly sky So stupid minded Nobody understood Without leaving the ground Rest of the folks are tired and weary And have laid their bodies down I go to the place where danger waits And its bound to forsake me

What's understood ain't gotta be explained Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord

He was just a fool and that's all he'd ever be just a fool Like everyone around he claimed to see and he was Beautiful but not like me he saw everything everyone all Around me still he stood up really tall and he looked Down below he saw many people many

Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

Wherever you go, I'll go wherever you go It wasn't 'til I met you Oh woah, you're the music in the dark And you're the sound of my guitar You're the high that I was chasing You're the song inside my head That I understood the sky And the way the moon