I be riding through the town, town, town I be riding through the town My music loud Windows down yeah you can hear me now I turn it up, I need that bass And my chain so bright can’t see my face Can’t nobody get up in my car today Back seat feeling like a

Or sleeping in your dress blues You never planned on the bombs in the sand Mamas and grandmamas love you What can you see from your window? I can't see anything from mine Flags on the side of the highway And scripture on grocery store signs Maybe

Or sleeping in your dress blues. You never planned on the bombs in the sand What can you see from your window? I can't see anything from mine. Flags on the side of the highway And scripture on grocery store signs. Maybe eighteen was too early. Maybe

Every time I open up the door, I can hear the sound of the windows Keep a little love and into air, I feel that I can hear the trees and Lay your seed into the ground and see if it will grow Now the spring is here, I’m so happy everything is clear, to

I am a lion and I want to be free Outside the window just to watch you as you sleep 'Cause I am a lion born from things you can not be Do you see the lion when you look inside of me Hey! I never meant to let go Can't hide in the attic of a pretty home Of

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I

La, la, la, la We'll thank this small hotel With a wishing well I wish that we were there One room bright and neat Complete for us to share Looking through the window You can see a distant steeple

I bust the windows out your car I must admit it helped a little bit I didn't know that I had that much strength But I'm glad you see what happens when You see you can't just play with peoples feelings And it didn't mend my broken heart I'll probably

Or sleeping in your dress blues You never planned on the bombs in the sand Mamas and grandmamas love you What can you see from your window? I can't see anything from mine Flags on the side of the highway And scripture on grocery store signs Maybe

That we are No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to