It's always something before the late night Around the corner, there's always something waiting for you Can't hold their hands back, can't make the sun rise It's always something, you know it's always something Early in the morning Your eyes meet the sun

Oh oh woah oh Yeah, we owned the night Tell me have you ever wanted Someone so much it hurts? Your lips keep trying to speak But you just can't find the words Well I had this dream once I held it in my hands She was the purest beauty

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Already dead to me now Time wears away All the pleasures of the day All the treasures you could hold Days turn to sand Losing strength in every hand They can't hold you anymore 'Coz it feels like I'm watching something die Love looks away

Take my hand across this land Create this man to make my stand And break this hardened shell inside Escape this all the hell inside Yes I hold some keys of gold A cigarette a silver bullet Angels crying day and night The world is our stage Look inside

He said run on love And plant some seeds Don't take anything at all for granted She said raise your hands And raise your babies And never change it

Oh, deep in my heart, We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day. I do believe We'll walk hand in hand, We shall live in peace, We shall all be free, We are not afraid, WE SHALL OVERCOME Words and Music by Zilphia Hart., Frank Hamilton, Guy Carawan

Will a matchbox hold my clothes? But I woke up cold in hand Hey, sometimes I wonder, darling You know I haven't got so many You better pin'er up to your side Now, this tune should be easy for you to deal with All you gotta do is remember back home, You

He said run on love And plant some seeds Don't take anything at all for granted She said raise your hands And raise your babies And never change it

Reminds me of you Every little thing reminds me of you It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do Yes, party people, we drop and feet go, Some make your fist-pump, hands up and feet go, Crazy look