We'll be looking for sunlight Or the headlights Till our wide eyes burn blind We'll be lacing the same shoes That we've worn through To the bottom of the line And we know that we're headstrong And our heart's gone And the timing's never right

I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every

I believe it's true You're a part of me I'm a part of you Who am I but you and the sun? A slight reflection of everyone Was it me who let you walk away? Were you the one or is it we're the same? What are we in time going by?

There's a sadness in the wind Oh, I wish you well my friend Only time will mend these broken hearts again I guess nothin' stays the same Still the memories remain We need all the sweet forgiveness we can find Baby, let's just say farewell Baby, let's

See me falling, yeah down and lonely Are the angles on their way, I'm in the dirt Hear me screaming, see me bleeding 'Cause the days no more the same without you Feel the sadness burning in my heart You left to early father love So many things I should

All you gotta do, now I had a dream Crazy dream, uh-huh Anything I wanted to know Any place I needed to go Hear my song Yeah, people don't you listen now?

Peter Piper picker, I never kept her Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke Right out the ghetto,

And how long will we fall for this? We storm the gates Raise the flags Just the same old story We seize the throne, subjugate We should have burned it to the ground Some might say we've lost our way But I believe we've not gone far enough

He's got a fool hearted memory That won't let him see That she walked out the door He sits patiently Here every night so it can fool him more Nickels and dimes Memories and wines She's on his mind once again The same old stool

The New York Times (Extra, extra, read all about it) They say you can win anywhere if you can win here And you ain't been no where if you ain't been here Hustle hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane Same places, different faces, on the train mane New