In a perfect world Brother, brother In a perfect, a perfect world In a perfect world, singing Touch gloves, yeah, it'll be alright I always knew you had a heavy heart You're taking me back to the start I saw your face in a photograph

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

Dov'e L'Amore Come to me baby With my love song Another night without you here And I'll go crazy There is no other there is no other No other love can take your place Or match the beauty of your face I'll keep on singing til the day

Everywhere you are I'll be sleeping in the stars I'll be sleeping in the stars Shining through the dark You may cry a tear or two and that's okay Watching, smiling, singing out into silence When God calls me home And my soul is laid to rest That won't

Say can you read between the lines Stay with me tonight I want you to stay with me tonight Every morning after I'm the same disaster Every time is groundhog day I'm singing through I'm missing All I got left are the words that you said

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone

We’re singing, oh Baby, tonight, I’ll say it right, let’s make it for life Now there’s a rhinestone river and it takes me to the sea Before I grow dimmer and I die and go to sleep I wanna say these words to you tonight Let’s take tonight and make it for

But that don't make it easy lovin' me That might make for a good story, man We were playin' out in Vegas when this lady pressed her way up to the stage I forgot what I was singin' when she met me with her meet-me-later gaze When she threw it on my mic

I should've been a cowboy I should've learned to rope and ride Stealin' the young girls' hearts Just like Gene and Roy Singin' those campfire songs Woah, I should've been a cowboy Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive I bet you've