'Cause things didn't work out in this life, but someday I'm selfish for you (ooh) If I'm lucky, I'll meet ya, heaven or high water 'Cause things didn't work out in this life, but maybe Vodka on my lips Took too many drinks Makes me reminisce all the way

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City But maybe everything that dies someday comes back And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready For

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Maybe I'm dreaming I hope it's not so Somedays' comin', it's comin' I know Someday she'll be here, that's a fact Someday, she'll be coming right back I hope it's not so, but Someday she's comin' back I know You know I'm ready, to see her again When that

All I can remember, all I can recall is you Telling me there's been an accident Always the pretenders, always thought that love would do Every day I miss your innocence Maybe we forced the deal, delivered some kind of blow Maybe we broke the seal, cracks

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

But surely not today Someday I won't be afraid of my head Someday I will not be chained to my bed Someday I’ll forget the day he left One day I won't need a PhD To sit me down and tell me what it all means Maybe one day it'll be a breeze, ah But surely

It's bargain day Mine is torn apart Wanna buy a heart? I'll sell it cheap Or maybe I could trade it in On a happier model Here's a pair of arms Gone are all their charms They need somebody bad To put themselves around

His mama told him "someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear your playing music when the sun goes down Maybe someday you name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Good tonight" Deep