Maybe I wasn't there It wasn't all to share, but there In another life, I surely was there I care, I care And you and you and you and me I can’t fake humble just 'cause your ass is insecure Love's gonna get you killed But pride’s gonna be the death of

This is real, this is me I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now Gonna let the light shine on me Now I've found who I am, there's no way to hold it in No more hidin' who I wanna be, this is me You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm

Up among the heather in the hills of Benafee There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari-Mac And make no mistake she's the girl I'm gonna track Lots of other fellas try to get her on the back. But I'm thinkin' they'll have to get up early. Mari-Macs

I wish there was another way out (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh I wish there was another way out You better run, better run, better run, yeah I’m coming after you When you’re sleeping at

(Take me to the other side) (Show me what I cannot find) (Never ending number line) Someone, someone is trying Someone, someone is dying Do you see it, there on the door? Death is coming, life nevermore Obsession drives me, clouding my mind What's the

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

The hell raisin' heat of the summer We were livin' every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin' all the caution lights We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it

'Cause we have had enough All the violence has touched every part of our lives Our innocence is gone tonight We have had enough In my head there is a riot Turn the channel on the tv Another boy shot tonight I can't believe what I am seeing A body bag, a

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying