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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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