Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I will make my home here Know I was fine before, fine before, fine before My feet ever slow The age that takes me I'll slip out to the mountains Where nobody knows me Do you ever listen Did you know that We could make sounds?

To me it's nothing This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye I'm taking all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once I am one of those Melodramatic

We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go On the roof and listen to the miracles Echo to the alley down below There's a soul in the city Bring over some of you old Motown records Bring over some of your old Motown records Let's dance together

So dry your weeping eyes I will never leave, no I don't never want to hear you say that again Baby I'm not going nowhere Look at me, you understand me? Now, what gave you the silly idea that I'm about to leave Girl who you been listening to? They must be

What are you listening to Is it a cover band in some college town bar Where it's na-na-na's and air guitars Just a sad song playing on the radio station Tears still fall and hearts still breakin' Cause you're hanging on Or is it a love song about someone

Not everything is always black or white Sometimes we're living in the gray Living in the gray You got something to say? Should I wait and listen? Sounds unfocused to me, and your heart is missing Cold, stubborn, and so vain, With every breath you're

We've had enough Is there even anything left to explain? (We've had enough) Am I really someone you need to restrain? (We've had enough) Can't you listen to what we have to say? (We've had enough) I'm calling out Only echoes respond But I scream 'til my

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to