Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?

I’ve been awake too long Wish there was something that could close my eyes To all that I see Awake too long It would be easier to fall asleep I watched the rise and the fall of the common man I lived to see your steps walk back I watched the walls all

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

Then I’d just fade into you In your heart in your head in your Arms in your bed under your skin Til there’s no way to know where You end and where I begin If you were the ocean and I was the sun If the day made me heavy and gravity won If I was the red

Don't act like you was there when you wasn't I know they say you crawl 'fore your walk But in my mind I already jog If I stand still I cannot get far They want the Moon, I'm on Mars Sometime my mind dives deep When I'm runnin' I don't want no free ride

Hold on tight to your old man Under my wing long as I can There was a time when I thought I knew love Until you came into this world Time keeps on flying

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

A little more than life's been wasted Since you went away, nothing's changed We stick together, it won't last forever So why is there so much pain? I can't explain This war I fought without you It's all in my head, well step aside And succumb

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31