Beware my foolish heart The night is like a lovely tune How white the ever constant moon Take care my foolish heart There's a line between love and fascination That's hard to see, how many names such as this For they both have the very same sensation

The light for the world will save us tonight, Redemption still so far away, Marching on inside of our loneliness, Still searching for all that remains It's just one wasted man, in one wasted land, Outside the world in a fallen land, turn away from my

Last train to London, just headin' out, Last train to London, just leavin' town. But I really want tonight to last forever Let the music play on down the line tonight. It felt so right. It was one of those nights, one of those nights when I really wanna

Across the lines Who would dare to go Under the bridge Over the tracks That separates whites from blacks Choose sides Run for your life Tonight the riots begin On the back streets of America

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggas don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice I'm the type of nigga playa-haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches

Waiting in a car Waiting for the right time Waiting for a ride in the dark The night city grows Look at the horizon glow Drinking in the lights Following the neon signs Waiting for a word Looking at the milky skyline

I'm just caught in the middle waiting for you every night I wish you would change your mind I really want you to know Time is like a bubble anytime it's gonna blow And it's over before you know Before you know Try to never leave me alone And now you’re

I'll pray for you Do you pray for me? How many nights do you lie dreaming I'm counting the days since you went away When I lost my heart, life lost all meaning What I would give to see you again And you slipped away from me without talking The look in

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?

Are you ready for a good time Then get ready for the night line She make you fly You all breathe it, we all need it Who all need it, who all need it Are you ready Sweet apple pie Standing in the street Hands outta line