Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her

Put it there, get the money In the back dry in the night Pay up, sign up LA (One man's waste is another man's soap) In the back of a Volvo A little game, maybe something you can borrow

Hopelessly passing your time in the grassland away Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air You better watch out There may be dogs about I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen Things are not what they seem What do you get for pretending the

But maybe you'll be there Each time I see a crowd of people Just like a fool I stop and stare It's really not the proper thing to do I go out walking after midnight Along the lonely thoroughfare It's not the time or place To look for you You said your

Oh man is a giddy thing Love that will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, It will set you free Be more like the man you were made to be There is a design, An alignment to cry, Of my heart to see, The beauty of love as it was made to be You know me

Hey, where you gonna go We're off to see the world Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh We don't need to know, oh We don't need to know We're speeding up not slowing We might know we can't win But we're dumb enough to try We're going, there's no maybe

I don't need another lover I don't need to make amends But I'm done going undercover I just want to find a friend One day the world may end But there's still plenty to discover Till then I'll just pretend We're gonna live forever Ooh it's troubling

(Car wash, girl) (Work and work) At the car wash You might not ever get rich But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch There ain't no tellin' who you might meet A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief

I bet you want the goodies. Bet you thought about it. Got you all hot and bothered. Mayb' 'cause I talk about it. Looking for the goodies Keep on lookin' 'cause they stay in the jar My goodies, my goodies, my goodies Not my goodies! I got a sick

I make you smile I make you proud I may not be there now But I hope one day I'll be man enough to be sitting there in my granddaddy's chair I hope one day I'll be the man you used to be Quick to love and slow to anger No, you never met a stranger I hope