To find, to find the exact words, to find the perfect words To say less but to say more, was ideal for this project And till my energy and mind be felt, in a less aggressive way But a more passive and genius way was ideal with this album To show the

Holding on, laughing and crying I'm finding my way back home Laying in a bed that was burning It's so hard when you're young and in love Trying, and fighting 'Cause that's what you do when you're young and in love Young and in love I'm coming to see you

I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell On the highway to hell Living easy, living free Season ticket on a one-way ride Asking nothing, leave me be Taking everything in my stride Don't need reason, don't need rhyme Ain't nothing I would rather do

It's better by you better than me Better by you better than me Everybody knows You can tell what I want it to be You can say what I only can see You can say way all they can see You could find a way to ease my passion You listen to the blood flow in my

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

I live my life, in my own way I've made my name, with ladies like you I'm a fine red-blooded love machine Shootin straight and talkin' mean I leave em right on cue Hey, but one thing you must realize Even when you fantasize My love is just a dead-end

If the river was whiskey I would be a diving duck I would swim to the bottom, but I would drink my way up If you were a good woman I would never have to roam River go to the ocean, ocean go to the sea I'd give up drinking whiskey and I would always stay

Oh she saw my party She saw my party It's changing all to yellow And it's carvin' a path So now we're on our way It's takin' us some journeys While we wipe away frowns in the most crowded place Say why you never call me man you never seem to call now

I'm her getaway driver Her getaway driver So I keep the engine running She'll be my gasoline She treats my heart like a stolen car All the while she had the keys Standing in the line of fire When she's feeling reckless Tangled in her messes

I've been thinking about Setting my house on fire Can't see a way out of the mess I'm in And the bills keep getting higher All I need is a match and a gallon of gas God I'm getting tired Gonna set this house on fire Going off the deep end