We were a rock, ready to roll, there was a fire down in our souls And all the whole world had to stand still, then turn around us 'Cause that was the deal And oh how those nights went flowing like wine, When I was all yours and you were all mine And we

Standing there red hot, tied up little tank top Looking like you must be straight out of the country I need a sweet little somethin' like you got Honey, what I wouldn't do for a sweet little somethin' like you I wanna ride you round in my old truck Keep

And I wonder,yes I wonder,is this The way life's meant to be. Well I came a long way to be here today And I left you so long on this avenue, And here I stand in the strangest land Not knowing what to say or do. As I gaze around at these strangers in

Some broken bridges in my time Praying for forgiveness Standing on the other side There are bridges on life?s highway But we never see them there Some cross troubled waters And some don't go nowhere Some you wouldn't step on If you're trying to save your

This is who we are This is what I am We have nowhere else to go Divided we will stand Into glory we will ride We are the ugly Beaten and torn Brooding with power and ready for more We are the hungry

We have to save ourselves The ending's the same, the world will not change I won't control or restrain things I do not understand They gave to me now I give to you the means to burn the thoughts I had Now I realize I'm stronger better more Now I realize

And heaven's here on earth In our faith in humankind In our respect for what is earthly In our unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding And respect for what is earthly You can look to the stars in search of the answers Look for God and life

Act nice, act nice and gentle to me Come on baby, hold my hand Come on baby, understand, you gotta You don't need no fancy clothes Where'd you get them, goodness knows? Just show some civility I don't need no luxuries, As long as you are understanding

Yeah, I get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see you Standing there before me I get a kick though it's clear to me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do I get no kick from champagne Mere

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans