All the lonely people Ah look at all the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

No one will make it out alive And crush them Letting go has never been my thing Lets wave one last goodbye (wave goodbye) to this nightmare that we once knew This is a tragedy The sun is silent in this place (the sun is silent) throw these hopes into the

Got a real bad case of restless As I pace around my room The old urge has started stirring Must be the power of the moon Been feeling, oh, so nervous Since my loving's turned to mud And I hear that night wind howlin' It's time to find new blood, new

No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many MC's I end up Oh, it's never enough No matter how many MC's I end up There's not much you could do or say to phase me People think I'm a little bit

Chase that sun 'til it runs out of sky And if your memory's still too strong Honey, honey Honey you still prey on my mind So I jump up find me a mountain Shake off the sheep I been countin' I'll keep movin' on and get longer gone I tried thumbin', a

Can we be saved, has the damage all been done? A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine Save us from what we have become tonight Eyes glazed with distrust, no sense of wrong or right Its back breaks

It's on again, whoah I bet they wonder how I go on, go on I'll simply say it's on again And the night is takin' over And the moonlight gets exposure And the players have been chosen And it seems like fate has spoken When it seems your faith has broken By

So can I get the car to jump start, Please Let me hit the gas to go high, Speed 'Cause everything just happened at once I'm sick of has beens Coming home I'm coming home To the warmth And It's madness Who do you think you are?

Hey there, new friend across the sea If you figure things out, would you figure in me? And how long has that been? Wouldn't it be a thing To live somewhere quietly where there's a breeze And there's a reason for us to be I look at people here in this

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