We'll be coming back for you one day Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds Someone had to draw a line I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds Sad to leave it all behind Are we ever gonna feel the same? And we all do it all

Bring her back to me, bring her back to me (Ooh, ooh, do wade, ooh, ooh, do wade) They don't know that you're coming back to me One day the train will stop and they will see I know the train will bring you home I hope and pray it won't be long (Ooh, ooh,

I've got to be that someone that you're with Oh god, I want to be that someone that you're with And I can talk about it all day long till I run out of breath But I still want to be that someone that you're with And I'm pacing by the phone 'Cause I hate

And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

That was a cold one I never will get back Yeah she had to leave, did she have to leave me one beer Short of a twelve pack? She left me hanging high and dry in that hell high summer sun Damn babe, that was a cold one It was a perfect day for the end of

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

Slow inside I take my time Will come and fill the empty space My wound I'll nurse I'll understand My pain one day will disappear The land beyond is deep within I took the path & I cannot go back I've just connected myself with I But I don't know me that

Slow inside I take my time Will come and fill the empty space My wound I'll nurse I'll understand My pain one day will disappear The land beyond is deep within I took the path & I cannot go back I've just connected myself with I But I don't know me that

And the prophecy read that One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains While fighting for survival in the streets To become a crack leader And in

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around