Country comfort and a truck that's goin' back home Soon the pines will be falling everywhere As the village children fight each other for their share And the six-o-nine goes roaring past the creek As Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week I saw

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be Baby, just let it be See where this thing goes So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

Palms to the sky We rise tonight I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel fe-feel it This goes radioactive Drop the ball, let me feel the beat (Hey, take a look at you) You, you, you, you and I

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

Dance while the music still goes on So dance while the music still goes on Why did things turn out so bad? Don't think about tomorrow Dance and forget our time is gone Tonight's a night we borrow Let's make it a memory, a night of our own A thing to

Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

Falling in love with you Wise men say, only fools rush in But I can't help, Like a river flows, surely to the sea Darling so it goes, somethings are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help,

I'm in with the in crowd It feels nice, it feels nice Any time of the year, don't you hear I'm in the in crowd I go where the in crowd goes And I know what the in crowd knows Dressing fine, making time We breeze up and down the street We get respect from

Hallelujah, hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major