That's the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud I had a love and it was all mine I drove her out, I must've been blind She loved me so, but I was untrue She's gone for good, what can I do? There's not a thing that I can say about her Except I don't know

I never heard a single word about you Falling in love wasn't my plan I never thought that I would be your lover Come on baby just understand This is real One, two, three, four This is it, here I stand

Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico Do my best to waste another day Let the warm air melt these blues away Starin' out into the wild blue yonder So many thoughts to sit and ponder 'Bout life and love and lack of And this emptiness in my heart

All the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he

It's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring And I was hoping you would creep in You said you're goin' to bed soon And I thought I'd just wait there Until I heard you come up the stairs So I snuck off to your bedroom (It's 5 o'clock in the

It's 5 o'clock in the morning Conversation got boring And I was hoping you would creep in You said you're goin' to bed soon And I thought I'd just wait there Until I heard you come up the stairs So I snuck off to your bedroom (It's 5 o'clock in the

How do we get back to love? Baby, back to love Tired of all these wars, dwelling in the past Searching for the honesty in all that jazz What are we here for, what are we doing? Last time I checked, thought it was screwin' Girl, and when I think of me and

You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before

All the way down the Telegraph Road A long time ago came a man on a track Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back And he put down his load where he thought it was the best Made a home in the wilderness He built a cabin and a winter store And he

If it takes a lifetime I got too far from my raising, I forgot where I come from And the line between right and wrong was so fine Well I thought the highway loved me But she beat me like a drum My day will come, if it takes a lifetime I've been working