She is the fighter from the streets Old men begging for pleasure by the young girls feet Oh, little princess will you suffer from defeat? Or escape the needle and make me fall? Now you can see her dancing You can see her dancing with me There was once a

Young love and an old Ford Cheap shades and a tattoo Perfect song on the radio Sing along 'cause it's one we know It's a smile, it's a kiss It's a sip of wine, it's summertime Sweet summertime And it's two bare feet on the dashboard And a Yoo-Hoo bottle

'Cause young love don't know nothin' When the radio plays you sing along And you'd slide on over, on over and we'd ride When she's holding on You just can't get close enough, you swear it's sent from above Your daddy thought I was wrong for you, Thinking

We're too young until we're too old We're all lost on the yellow brick road We climb the ladder but the ladder just grows We're born, we work, we die, it's spiritual Enough is never enough American dream never wakes up Too much is never too much We won't

I won't stop running I am way too young and I won't stop running Facing forward Falling backwards I'll take another sunrise Another hand to hold tight This isn't over

(We are not listening, we are on the streets) And in the half light They only echo You told us that We were too young Now that night's closing in Lock us up safe And hide the key

Oh, my my, that's just the way we do it Cut off Levi's and kickin' country music Miles from nowhere, there ain't no city limits And that's where you're gonna find us havin' a small town big time Hangin' out at the old park pool Right after Sunday school

Can you tell me where he's gone? I just looked around and he was gone. But it seems the good die young, yeah. You know, he freed a lot of people Has anyone here seen my old friend Abraham? Oh, he freed a lot of people Has anyone here seen my old friend

Headed for the skies But you were young and bold, and baby Didn't that change with a wink of your eye A little dreamer Weren't they amazed when you were really last? You are the little dreamer They may talk about your cold when you were Now no one's

Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two