'Cause it's a good night To be out there soakin' up the moonlight Stake out a little piece of shore line I've got the perfect place in mind. It's in the middle of nowhere, only one way to get there You got to get a little mud on the tires. And then with

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting

The big wheel keeps on turning On a simple line day by day The earth spins on its axis One man struggle while another relaxes There's a hole in my soul like a cavity Seems the world is out to gather just by gravity The wheel keeps turning the sky's

I'm drowning in the pain Breaking down again Looking for a lifeline Is there anybody out there? Can you pull me from this ocean of despair? When I was a boy I didn't care 'bout a thing It was me and this world and a broken dream

Put it in drive, I'll be outside, I'll be on the way I'll be on the way You can meet me in five, I'll be online, I'll be a-all day I'll be a-all day Na, na, na, na, ooh Oh, no, oh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah This the type of shit that you been waiting all year

As I walked out on the streets of Laredo. As I walked out on Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. "I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly

Drop dead beauties Stompin' up a storm Lines of Hell on our face Bruised bad apples Crawling through the night Busted loose runaway Always always Thrill without a motive

How are you still holding on? One day it's here and then it's gone On your own Through the eyes of someone else You and everybody else What's it all about You've felt this way for far too long Waiting for a change to come You know you're not the only one

Let it rock (let it rock) let it go (let it go) You can't stop a fire burning out of control It's alright (alright) if you want to cross that line To break on through to the other side With the night you're on the loose Let it rock The weekend comes to

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around