I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Please see for me if her hair hangs long If you're travelin' in the north country fair If you go when the snowflakes storm When the rivers

You want a real one If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga babe) At me, at me, yeah I guess your nigga too lame, huh? I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby) Girl I bet you want a

Torn disbelieving separation This is for you, everything I am This is for you, take it from me Breathe me in,I am forever Deep within,I am eternal Breathe me in I close my eyes to see you I close my eyes But there is no escaping this

If there is a light You can’t always see And there is a world We can’t always be And there is a light Don’t let it go out A song for someone If there is a dark And this is a song

(What the hell's got into you?) Young Guns, Having some fun Crazy ladies keep 'em on the run. Wise guys realize there's danger in emotional ties. See me, single and free No tears, no fears, what I want to be.

You can’t hide from me, There ain’t no tricks that you can try on me I know your every move before you even breathe baby Thinking you know something I don’t know But my eyes, my eyes, my eyes are like a telescope My eyes see You left your troubles in my

You are no God to me This is the reckoning You are nothing to me No man can be a guillotine This is a reckoning And I will be there To see you fall There is the reckoning Enjoy this while it lasts

Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans