Whoa whoa whoa People gonna say what they they say But we don’t care about that anyway Haters gonna hate Don’t you ever change Only thing that matters That you need to know You’ll only find it in your heart and soul We don’t care what they they say

They were crying when their sons left Maybe you deserve to die God is wearing black He's gone so far to find no hope he's never coming back All young men must go He's come so far to find the truth he's never going home Welcome to the soldier side Where

I'm gonna watch you These rocks they they hold heat Pools of water cool your feet As you walk you believe Every part of the dream You walk into the world you make You lose yourself but you find your way We turn so slow I know it's hard to wait

Don't stand aside! While people make demands At first they'll take your liberties Then tie them 'round your hand When time goes by some day you'll find Their words are your command These times won't last and once they're gone they they don't come back Well

One day they they will see it's long gone. Now that San Francisco's gone I guess I'll just pack it in Wanna wash away my sins In the presence of my friends You and I, we head back east To find a town where we can live Even in the half light We can see that

When you're gone How can I even try to go on? Though I try how can I carry on? So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me I wish I understood The love you gave me, nothing else can save me Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find I

You find out who your friends are Somebody's gonna drop everything Run out and crank up their car Never stop to think 'what's in it for me?' or 'it's way too far.' They just show on up with their big old heart You find out who you're friends are Hit the

That shit made me wanna let go Won't miss that shit If you find them, they gon' get that shit And I won't miss any of them Winners Circle Uh, uh, uh, and uh Uh, uh-uh, they uh, and uh

Listen to my heartbeat So listen to me, so listen I've been trying to find the right words But they they always seem to hit the page wrong You see I tend to fight words You breathe 'em into life, and they're gone I need some louder speaking actions They They do

(you're beautiful) (for all your big mistakes) When do you come out to play? 'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me, He'd better start looking today. I don't know. I think they they come from the cold (you stayed the same) To the city that don't snow.