They poured across the borders We were cautioned to surrender This I could not do Into the hills I vanished No one ever asks me Who I am or where I'm going But those of you who know You cover up my footprints I have changed my name so often

That's what makes it love That's what makes it a love song I was standing there crying in the kitchen It's been one of those mornings that's gonna last all day And he comes in, wraps his arms around me And I don't even have to say a thing He comes in,

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

Foreclosure of a dream Those visions never seen Until all is lost Personal holocaust Rise so high, yet so far to fall A plan of dignity and balance for all Political breakthrough, euphoria's high More borrowed money, more borrowed time Backed in a

Home now, I'm home now But I'm home now And I'm one of those lucky ones I've been roaming round the lost and found One more mile in my shoes Spoke my hearts when I had the mind to Lost my way, trying to find truth Cross my heart and I hope to make it

If you're the only one, will I never be enough? Hail, hail the lucky ones, I refer to those in love Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart? Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got? I get the words, and then I get to thinkin' I

In my dreams That you always creep Into my dreams Why must it be When I'm sleep at night baby I feel those moments of ecstasy When you sleep at night baby I wonder do I creep into your dreams Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

Get my Maybach washed at the studio I'm passing out xans to the groupie hoes I got five on a Lamb' like Coolio Multi-million, now I'm hanging with the shooters tho Yeah, bust downs, got a few of those Yeah, bitch stop calling my phone up, I'm in the