You need a big god Big enough to hold your love Big enough to fill you up Is it just part of the process? Shower your affection, let it rain on me You keep me up at night To my messages, you do not reply You know I still like you the most The best of the

Find your own way back home Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two Where summer's lasted longer than Well longer than we do When nothing really mattered Except for me to be with you But in time we all forgotten We all grew Your melody sounds as sweet

Standing on the corner, trying to keep it clean A fine lookin' woman, in a pair of Lees Take her back to my place, lay her down in bed And after she's stripped down, I say leave 'em on instead Baby's wearing blue jeans I see you in the evening, keep 'em

All she every thinks about is love Find her the clouds up above For all she ever thinks about is love Where does she go, does she go, Where does she go, does she go There once was a girl who lived inside a tree. She liked ginger biscuit with scones and

Down the Seven Bridges Road. There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go. There is moonlight and moss in the trees Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child, And I have loved you in a tame way, And I have loved you wild.

Maybe we don't need no reason Come on, come on, come on now Maybe we're perfect strangers Maybe it's not forever Maybe intellect will change us Maybe we'll stay together Maybe we'll walk away Maybe we'll realize

Let's turn up the radio Turn off those stupid singing shows Back to the shack Take me back, back to the shack Back to the strat with the lightning strap Kick in the door, more hardcore Rockin out like it's '94 I know where we need to go Sorry guys I

The dreamer, the unwoken fool, In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow. The love of ages fills the head. The days that linger there in prey of emptiness, Of burned out dreams. The minutes calling through the years. The universal dreamer rises up above his

You ain't ever coming back to me That's not how things were supposed to be You take my hand just to give it back No other lover has ever done that Can you see me Floating above your head As you lay in bed Thinking about everything That you did not do

Bang bang, you shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You would always win the fight Seasons came and