I don't know why you bother Nothing's ever good enough for you I was there And it wasn't like that You came here Just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned

I feel our bodies getting colder And it's the road that leads to nowhere But all I want to do is go there She's got me, running from the daylight She gives me, a feeling that I can't fight Before we started it was over I'm not ready to start again And

I went down to the station, just to take a ride. Run, run, run, run. If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time. Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind. Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band. I pulled out from the platform,

We've come a long way since that day And we will never look back, at the faded silhouette Press play, fast forward Non stop we have the beaten path before us It was all there, in plain sight Come on people, we have all seen the sunshine We will never get

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

Could this thing last But the age of miracles, hadn't past The sun was shining everywhere A foggy day, in London town I viewed the morning, with alarm The British museum, had lost its charm For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town I

I will fly into outer space I will die, to love another day I float away, but you're my gravity We rise again, and lose our gravity We rise again, and loose our gravity I was there on the day truth died Blood on my hands throw 'em up in the sky I was the

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze Blowing up the road to glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the