Nowhere like I do That your parents don't The way that I do And all the things that I know They don't care like I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they only know what you let 'em see There's nowhere I'd rather be Saturday

Show me, don't pretend I feel like there's nothing for me here but still I try Keeping my phone alive Hoping that you call this time Thought I heard you ringing You know I hear things sometimes Calling my line, call my line Come alive, come alive I feel

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

Wild things grow on less than a little And darling I know it'll be You and me right down in the middle Where love grows wild There's a place where love grows wild Where hearts can trust just like a child A wild thing, it don't need a lot It just grows on

Railroad wings You took a silver train all the way to Maine On the way to everything There's things you don't know you know I thought anger told me what to do With emptiness chasing me On the border, I found you You should've heard her sing This

All your treasures When I walk down your street Through your barred windows you look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than

Give into your dark side, your dark side I've seen the way you look at me, it feels right, ah There's no need convincing me of things you should Oh, I know you got a dark side Oh, won't you give it to me? Falling in love on the first date I don't even

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

Nowhere like I do That your parents don't They don't care like I do And all the things that I know The way that I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they'll only know what you let 'em see All the things that I know There's

(Everybody's got a secret) Da, da, da, da, do, do, do 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow I got some things to say I like to make-believe with you That we always speak the truth ish I like how we