I don’t ever want to wake up Lookin’ into someone else’s eyes Another Voice calling me baby On the other end of the phone A new girl puttin’ on her makeup Before dinner on Friday night No I don’t ever wanna know, oh oh No other shotgun rider, beside me,

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

Just another heartache in waiting Just another sweet talking dream that ends in lonely nights Just another handsome breakup And he'll be gone before the morning light But he's my mistake to make, all night (night, night, night) But he's my mistake to

Everyone in the world has gone to bed One night or another With fear or pain or loss or disappointment And yet each of us has awakened arisen It's amazing, wherever that abides in the human being There is the nobleness of the human spirit Sing to him,

Free fall small town Saturday night Before you lose that loving feeling Let's go dancing on the ceiling Paradise city where the grass is green But that's a song for another time Pretty soon I'll be so lonesome I could cry Brown eyed girl sweet Caroline

One thing started leadin' to another Out last night We went out last night Yeah we went out last night Hittin' on everybody and their mother When we went out last night Like we swore we wouldn't do Drank to much beer last night A lot more than we wanted

You're out on the streets, your heart's your only home REPEAT CHORUS I walk alone through sleepless nights I'm just another number, somethin' just ain't right Searchin' for somethin' in this human zoo Kaleidoscope of faces, maybe, maybe it might be you I

End of the night, it's going down It's going down, I'm yelling timber You better move, you better dance Let's make a night, you won't remember I'll be the one, you won't forget Swing your partner round and round One more shot, another round The bigger

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore