Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Into the distance a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal

Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return And we can listen to it burn Oh, it's so good On a cold night To have a fire Burnin' warm and bright And I'll make love to you while it's burnin

Well honey here comes a lullaby Your very own lullaby With a lullaby And turn this up on the radio If you can hear me now I'm reachin' out to let you know That you're not alone And you can't tell, I'm scared as hell 'Cause I can't get you on the telephone

That you're in love with me I, I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing All the good love When we're all alone Keep it up girl Yeah, you turn me on And I'm high on believin' I can't stop this feeling

Just me and you and these empty cups Oh-oh-oh-oh Hands on your body like there is no one at the party Turn my television up so nobody can listen We're getting real, real close Can't let this moment go If you want it like I want it Let me take you to

And I would give the world to you This is the new year We are the voices Another year you made a promise Another chance to turn it all around And do not save this for tomorrow Embrace the past and you can live for now And I will give the world to you

We got more than enough But there's one thing there's just not enough of Enough sun to make the whole world bright Here, here in this world Where do we go Where can we turn When we need some love It seems that love just can't be found Where, where do we

If you've a lesson to teach me, I'm listening, ready to learn There's no one here to police me, I'm sinking in, until you return Don't deviate, don't be afraid Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate, And now it's no ones fault but yours At the

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact You gotta make it alright And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin,