'Cause nothing really matters when you look up into outer space It's a great big world and there's no need to cry Thirteen billion years and there's still time We're all interconnected to the reaches of the galaxy And my best friend says he came from the

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

They'll be so lonely, they could die You still can find some room For broken-hearted lovers To cry there in the gloom Well, they're so lonely Well, since my baby left me Well, I found a new place to dwell Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street At

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

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do Hey brother! There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister! Do you still believe in love? I wonder What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call! What

We'll set sail Dead man tell no tales It's like nowhere else Put it on a wall it'll still be there We'll pull the ropes off the boat We'll throw 'em up on the dock We'll let the stars be our God No we don't need no clock Yeah, I see you there wind in

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

Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say? 'Cause I'd rather pretend I'll still be there at the end Only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me You wait, I wait, casting shadows,