You're an outlaw You're an outlaw running from love If you tear her world apart you have no regrets If there's a key to your heart no one's found it yet You've been riding this horse a long time Why can't you find what you've been looking for? Always

Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer God bless the working man Average Joe, average pay Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, and a

Sung, female: The way to the lands Where as a hero I stand The path where Beauty met the Beast It's the honesty of these worlds Ruled by magic and mighty swords That makes my soul long for the past In this spellbound night

You, wake up, where's the tomb? Will easter come, enter my room? The lord weeps with me Toll no bell for me father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world But the angel, the dream foretold Prayed more than thrice

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

Free me from this world Can you free me There's none left for you or for me And free me We don't belong here It was a mistake imprisoning our souls Once I hoped To seek the new and unknown

I wanna do something that matters Say something different Something that sets the whole world on it's ear I wanna do somethin' better, with the time I've been given And I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life And leave nothin' less that something

Clear out of this world After waiting so long for the right time After reaching so long for a star All at once from a long and lonely night time And despite time, here you are I cry, out of this world If you said we were through So let me fly out of this

At the Cold Spot RC, moon pies and a softball team Learned about life Learned about girls Learned about livin' in this cold, cruel world It was crickets, minnows and kerosene It's where you bought your tag for your white-tailed deer A hole in the wall

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown