The things you're telling me aren't making any sense Right back up again I'm sick of wishing for someone else to come Our buildings have fallen Our walls all caved in, And we can't comprehend this sad state That we're in so we sift through the ashes Of

Please forgive me Love is a game we play If you love me I'm right here Come back here Go, go (from this point on it's up to you) Then don't leave me Yeah, empty rooms Looking at a photo with a kiss and a come home soon

Everything comes back to you Over and over the only truth Drive highways and byways to be there with you And I want to tell you everything The words I never got to say the first time around And I remember everything From when we were the children playing

You hold on to love that's gone Run a mile to see him smile But you don't know he's door to door playin' you for the fool Let him go, walk out your door And come to me I'm gonna set you free Now you look and there you go back to him, he's gonna do you in

You come in every shade of blue Mm, part time love I'm always running back to you Oh, part time love Put down your megaphone, my dear 10-4, we hear you loud and clear Mr. Daniels makes you so sincere When the morning comes, you forget why we are here

I'm trying not to stare, it's too late The blankets over there, if you like I'm broken and I'm colder than hell I should've said I'd not come back here Your breakfast will get cold I really have to go It's easier to lie and be safe Time and time again

Only for you (Only for you) Put another 'x' on the calendar Summer's on it's deathbed There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends And I meant everything I said that night I will come back to life But only for you (But only for you)

I know that you know You might not think that I care But you don't know what I know Give me a minute there Just a minute now It'll come back to me Freewheelin' troubadour You took my mind off the scene Damn all those people who don't lose control

You are the song that I sing You are the four seasons of my life But maybe tomorrow You'll change your mind girl Maybe tomorrow You'll come back to my arms girl You are the book that I read each day (Gonna sing it to you) The way you do baby

We come from Back in the hollers We got sweat On our blue collars The living's hard But the living's good You see God sent The heavens down And hung 'em 'round My neck of the woods