I won't follow you The pawn plays the king, but there's no board at all The mindset of children that can't stand on their own You raise up your hands in conformist salute Will you follow the crowd or will you follow you? I won't be the same Creating my

Stranded at the drivin', branded a fool What will they say Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see I'm in misery? We made a start, now we're apart There's nothing left for me Love has flown, all alone I sit and wonder why yi-yi-yi Oh why you left me, oh

You just want some Oh, now you just playing? I can tell when you want some Go to sleep half naked Throwing hints that you want some Starting fights in the night for attention Girl, you want some Ooh, you in trouble, girl There goes all those things that

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

I didn’t come to make trouble One day in the sun I didn’t come to make But there’s a war on the rise We were built for survival Given no compromise But I just want Hanging out having fun Just like a wrecking ball

And I, I would die for you And when you're gone, time is so slow And like the grass, I've watched us grow You are everything to me There have been times when I'm up all night Crying in the dark, so I sleep with the light on I've heard I've got words like

Getting hard to remember, getting hard to recall Getting laid off and pushed out and it ain't my baby's fault So if you go, don't cry, I'll be right there at your side Sherrill, Sherrill Getting laid on the lifeline, getting tired, time for bed And

I’m ready for love for the first time It’s taking me over now Ready for love and I know I’m coming home To the stars My heart is in fly I know that There’s something inside I’m falling into the skies I’m getting closer now

But I ain't in Checotah anymore I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind Where sixty-nine meets forty There's a single-stoplight town And back when I was really young A part of that burned down

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family