On these streets of gold A million raindrops fell, but now I'm escaping the clouds But somewhere across the river Way back where the sun rises slow A leading road shines like glitter There's still a long way to go A million ways to go, but I never walk

I'm still haunted by the best years of The best years of my life 'Cause I was caught up in the crime It's a loaded memory Yeah, it kills me every time And I'm trying not to scream but it's eating me alive A pocket full of pills and a forty in my mouth

But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting And if my hand could block the sun, Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks, Would that be time enough? On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I

We'll be up all night Keeping up the moon I just wanna dance, baby dance with you We gonna scream and shout until sunrise We won't close it down I know the lights are out, I know it's getting late But you're still young and we're wide awake I've never

(On my way) Now I'm on my way to the other side, I'll forget everything I left behind. These empty rooms, Are still filled with you. Away from you. I'm so tired and turned around and scared. I'm lying in empty beds again. We've been alright up to now,

So pride yourself on what you are, And hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams Where fires die but light still shines for us to see So come test me, so come break me, So come on intoxicate me With hands

Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? And now all my friends are gone I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun will never rise Living another day in disguise Fight for honor, fight for your life Pray to god that our side is right You know we won but still we lose, until I make it home to you I see your mother filled

In the hearts of men In the arms of mothers In the parts we play to convince others We know what we're doing We're doing it right May have written books on the subject But then you may still be surprised By your tone over the phone To your sister while

I hit the ground and I'm still running but I need a place to stay tonight, I swear I'll be gone in the morning I just need somewhere warm to close my eyes Can you hear the desperate cries that are calling out your name? Twisting your arms, holding out