Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was Down by the river on a Friday night A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women Never had a plan just a livin' for

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk, Talk about things you'd like to do. You got to have a dream, How you gonna have a dream come true? If you don't have a dream, If you don't have a dream Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky Lookin' at a lily on the

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

Talking to the moon In hopes you're on The other side Talking to me too Or am I a fool Who sits alone I know you're somewhere out there Somewhere far away I want you back

This party, this party wasn't over Somebody, somebody should've told her Hands up in the air, still swaying That band she loves still playing She had this old boy from the boondocks Sweet talking, walking on moon rocks I wish somebody would've told her

I'm sendin' for you soon Standin' on my pillow Talkin' to the moon Wadin' in the ocean Reachin' for the handle Achin' in my head Woven in the bedsheets And then I will understand