I am charmed My soul's on fire, floating slowly No way it comes to pass It's the shore movement, she's happy being there For an age before the stars that beat Now there's no more dreamers For I am happy, oh shine on In our flowered air

You ain't gotta go home tonight You can stay right here with me (I ain't goin' nowhere when you wake up I'm gonna be right there) Don't you worry bout a thing (I ain't worried about shit) You're here with me (Look its like I love my wife We going

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

'Cause we only have one conversation a week Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason Wait right here I'll be back in the mornin' I know that I'm not that important to you But to me, girl, you're so much more than gorgeous So much more than

And it feels like rain Down here the river, meets the sea And in the sticky heat I feel ya' open up to me Love comes out of nowhere baby, just like a hurricane Lying here, underneath the stars right next to you And I'm wondering who you are and How do

Watch the sunset disappear And drink a beer So I'm gonna sit right here On the edge of this pier When I got the news today I didn't know what to say. So I just hung up the phone. I took a walk to clear my head, This is where the walking lead

Baby, you and me could leave right now If you like how that sounds Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain't so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

Give it to me right now But the devil said that he want my soul I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life A waste of skin Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin Next of kin don’t give a damn 'bout me I know God don’t give a damn 'bout me People try but

May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow With every Christmas card I write