Crossing a dream Crossing a dream with my old lost care Its smell brings the dead memories back 7 a.m. dusty road I'm gonna drive until it burns my bones

Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good

Precious memories how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness, of the midnight Precious sacred scenes unfold Precious memories, unseen angels Sent from somewhere to my soul How they linger, ever near me And the sacred past unfolds

I got a feeling I haven’t seen the last of you Staring at the ceiling I’ll have these memories of you in my mind if I don’t go insane And I’ll dream about you girl if I don’t lie here wide awake I know it’s ended, I know it’s finished It’s done but I’m

I can remember The day that you told me I won't be there, I'm not that strong Holding these memories I feel unfolding This is the last time Now I'm gone Just one last time and I'm gone I'll return to the scene of the crime

I will always love you If I should stay Well, I would only be in your way And so I'll go, but yet I know That I'll think of you each step of my way And I will always love you Bitter-sweet memories That's all I have, and all I'm taking with me Good-bye,

My heads all wired In plain view There's nothing in the way I see with clarity The eye of destiny But just a little spark and once again, I don't know Deep inside The memories that are left behind

History in the makin' This could be one of those memories The one we can't forget Baby, this could be our last first kiss What if this was that moment We wanna hold on to, cling to The thought of forever That chance worth takin'

Drink one for me, for all the old times We tore up that town, raised hell alright Tell the boys, thanks for having my back Some of the best memories I've ever had So go on and get crazy And drink one for me And times like this You don't know how bad, I

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand