She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red

We are born like this It's not what I took from you It's not what I stole The time has come to change this To make the life we know They took what we were given Somewhere, someone's god is laughing It's not what I gave to you It's not what I sold

Building up a stack of bones Keeping up with the Jones Getting us all so jacked and jaded Baby if you're asking me Love is really all we need Everything else is overrated, overrated Or where it is you get your name from We're going down if we don't

When it's your time to go Don't matter where you've been So we might as well say What's on our minds 'Cause there's no waiting, no We came out of the cinema We were rubbing our eyes Our mouths were dry from the sugar and the popcorn And we felt a little

You never talk to me What are you thinking Why won't you talk to me What are you feeling Where do we go from here It doesn't have to be like this All we need to do is make sure we keep talking We're going nowhere For millions of years mankind lived just

How 'bout you? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? Yeah, I know where I come from I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces Now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go We lost faith, in the arms of love Where you been hiding lately Where you been hiding from the news? Because we've been fighting lately We've been

You're always on my mind And I never minded being on my own Then something broke in me and I wanted to go home To be where you are But even closer to you, you seem so very far And now I'm reaching out with every note I sing And I hope it gets to you on

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here With no lovin' in our souls And no money in our coats You can't say we're satisfied When will those dark clouds all disappear You can't say we never tried Angie, you're beautiful But ain't it time we say