I want to rock with you (all night) Rock the night away You gotta feel that heat And we can ride the boogie Share that beat of love Dance you into day (sunlight) Rock you into day (sunlight) Girl, close your eyes Let that rhythm get into you

Spill out on the streets of stars And ride away Find out what you are Face to face Once you've had enough Don't forget to love 'Fore you're gone The open road, the path of greatness

Just to make you love me, love me, love me 'Cause I’m crazy about you There’s nothing that I won’t do Throw away my pride for you Just to make you love me, want me, trust me Baby, I know I’m not ashamed Just need you and I could care less If everyone

Baby when the lights go out I hear you calling (I hear you calling) And I can't get away In spite of all the consequence In spite of all my pride In spite of little things you said That hide me deep inside I believe your love

You can have your space, cowboy I ain't gonna fence you in Go on ride away, in your Silverado Sunsets fade, and love does too I'll see you around again 'Cause I know my place, and it ain't with you When a horse wants to run, ain't no sense in closing the

She's just waiting for the summertime when the weathers fine She could hitch a ride out of town And so far away from that low town good for nothing mistake making fool With excuses like baby that was a long time ago But that's just a euphemism if you

And we hide away, love the night away, And we run between the shadows and the light, Well we rifle through the night, Like riders on the run now, in the street-- Holding back the blinding light, 'cause a thousand eyes can be so indiscreet, We're children

That's the thing about a hurricane She's all lightning and wind and rain Get too close and you're swept away Better hold on till it breaks 'Cause it's a hell of a ride if you can just survive the pain But that's the thing about a hurricane I knew when

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings

Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down I hitched a ride, until the coast To leave behind, all of my ghosts Searching