Livin' on Tulsa time left Oklahoma drivin' in a Pontiac Just about to lose my mind I was goin' on to Arizona, maybe on to California Where all the people live so fine My baby said I was crazy, my momma called me lazy I was goin' to show 'em all this time

Maybe I ain't working enough So why you wanna love me so bad Why you wanna love me so bad Haven’t you heard about my miserable past Critical past Pitiful past I swear no matter what I touch it breaks So I no longer wanna see your face I got the worst

Hey, hey, hey Grown woman Known better than to treat me like some It's only a little pain It'll be gone in a couple of days Or maybe a life or two

Let me lay some nibble kisses on your shoulder Baby maybe we could borrow Find a way to bag and Steal a few tomorrows and stay These last few days Baby come a little closer Here in these last few days You said that your favorite place What can I say

Only God knows Only God knows the trouble on my mind Only God knows how hard I've been trying So, you don't know how to explain heaven? Well, god knows There's more to life than living a wise man told me this Or maybe it was me who wrote it, I can't

If we gave it just one more try Maybe we could stop this goodbye I know through all this pain Baby just breathe in, breathe out Before you turn around, just slow down Think of all the love we've made Somehow somewhere love remains So baby just breathe

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

"It's time" "She's gone hasn't she, Michael?" "Thank you, Mary Poppins" "I won't forget Mary Poppins " So hold on tight to those you love And maybe soon from up above You'll be blessed so keep on looking high While you're underneath the lovely London sky

If there's a black hole heading for hell Then maybe count me in? I sold my soul so long ago I've got the white line fever And I never toured for sin The bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go As I breathe, my disease brings me to my knees All you need