Yeah, I will be there Oh, I will be there Will you live like me, in a world run by desire? Will you wake from worldly dream and not be tired? Will you work like me to lift the conversation higher? Will you be cool like water putting out the fire? How can

If I can't have you I don't want nobody baby If I can't have you, oh oh oh oh If I can't have you, oh oh oh Am I strong enough to see it through Go crazy is what I will do Don't know why I'm surviving every lonely day When there's got to be

You'll find out that the deepest cut is the first time (Ooh) The first times always cut the deepest Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white There was something sweet in the air, babe, that summer night There will always be another time

That I couldn't be around Oh I'll be sorry for now You will understand There will be a day that you will understand Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned There are things we have to do that we can't stand Watching the wings cut through the

Let you go! You were there for me And I was there for you Holding out hope for you No-oh, never let you go! You will always be the one that I regret How will I let you go? You end up alone after all that you've done All that you've paid for

You'll never be my hometown girl There's nothing like her in this world I'm tired of the get around girls Ain't nothing like my hometown girl (Ooh, why?) I'm missing someone else This will never be the same But I blame it on myself Because I can't make

When I look you in the eyes and say I told you so And I promise you this, You're gonna miss me, miss me As long as you live You are going to miss me, miss me oh I know there will come a time I wake up and I'm sober don't even know you anymore I'm drunk

And times like those What will be will be And so it goes In times like these And it always goes On and on and on and on and on On and on and on and on and on it goes And there's always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying Boys and girls with hearts

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

And there's nowhere to go Where it's so white as snow Listen what I say, oh Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder Privately divided by a world so undecided Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed Step from the road to