To make me think that There's still hope for us But in the end it's only me Wishing I could be Wishing I still was But every time I think I've had enough He comes around and wraps me up in love And I wind up giving in

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

When the money's gone Will you be my friend Float a small row boat till our ship comes in When the winter nights chill us to the soul Will you feed the fire Spin the straw to gold Will you get cold feet Will you still be there if the ends don't meet

Stand! Stand! Ooh! Stand! Na na na na na na na na na nah Ooo ooo stand! In the end you'll still be you One that's done all the things you set out to do There's a cross for you to bear Things to go through if you're going anywhere For the things you know

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

And the clean coming will hurt And you can never get it spotless When there's dirt beneath the dirt I heard the truth was built to bend A mechanism to suspend the guilt Is what you are requiring still You've got to dance little liar Just like those fibbs

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

You're still there for me, wherever there might be And if an ocean lies between us I'll send a message across the sea That you can sleep tonight, knowing it's alright I believe that you were listening to my song You've been here all along You're with me

His friends are all gone 'cause he's the last rebel He's the last rebel There's a grey horse standin' still As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride As the rain pours off his hat You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes Now the

I’m sick to my soul I can’t be controlled It feels I’m hanging at the end of my rope I wanna believe that there is still hope Now I’m hanging in the balance alone Heaven better tell me where the hell did the angels go I don’t wanna be the last to know