Without you, crazy Think of the hurt as we're going through Crazy, that's what I'm without you But if you think of all the things that we won't do Well, if you think of all the things that we won't do

I am the bonfire I live off your gasoline, gasoline You make me stronger, I'm going higher You make me stronger, you make me light up With the shade you throw on me, throw on me When you're mad Make it rain you're trying to put my fire out You feel

Wake me up before you go-go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo I don't want to miss it when you hit that high 'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo Take me dancing tonight You put the boom boom into my heart (hoo, hoo) You send my soul sky high when

She said, "Let's get going And to my surprise It was all a big lie Lots of crazy fights Get in the car and drive (And to my surprise) We got time, we got time" I can see that look inside her eyes, hey

Time's a wastin' now And I ain't got no more time to play Everything is changin' now Pretty soon it's all gone away Can we make the changes now You know there's no other way Now's the time, the time is now It's not the why, it's just the how Have you

Heart's are what I'm breakin' Pain is what I'm showin' Love is what I'm takin' Stay away from me I sleep, but I don't rest So, down is where I'm goin' Down is where I'm goin' Love's what I'm takin' There's a strong man lives up in Jackson hole

Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deep But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm I'm gonna keep my baby, ooh ooh Papa I know you're going to be upset 'Cause I was always your little girl But you should know

Do it 'til your legs' shakin' (Imma make your legs shake) I'm goin' down down down (and do it ‘til your legs' shakin') Do it 'til your leg I'm going down down down (and do it ‘til your legs' shakin') Open up and shake it baby Do it 'til your leg, (Imma,

Puuuuuuuussssshhh I don't give a f*** about you, go the f*** away I can't see going on I can't see going on, f*** it! I can't bleed What do I do now To guide me through the times that lie in front of me

Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot