Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

It's getting louder Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me But I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

I'll take the rain I used to think As birds take wing They sing through life so why can't we? You cling to this You claim the best If this is what you're offering The rain came down The rain came down on me

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me No, I don't want no scrub I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Born from silence, silence full of it A perfect concert, my best friend So much to live for, so much to die for If only my heart had a home Sing what you can't say Forget what you can't play Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes Walk within my poetry, this

The more I love the more that I'm afraid If we can be the best of lovers Yet be the best of friends If we can try with everyday to make it better as it grows With any luck, then I suppose How do you keep the music playing? How do you make it last? How do

You've got to be the best You've got to change the world And you use this chance to be heard Your time is now Everything you are And everything you were Your number has been called

Find a thing you understand You could be my kind of man Find a thing that you love You could be my And will you do the best you can Don't walk too proud, don't talk too loud And make it up as you go And take whatever you are given And leave what you

As Arabella Just might have tapped into your mind and soul You can't be sure My days end best when this sunset gets itself Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side It's much less picturesque without her catching the light The horizon tries