Doc Holiday An outlaw walking through the valley of men Glared with a sunken eye of death Moved his head from side to side and said Come on you gutless slugs fight like a man State your name and business and let's see what you got Another body for the

We're gonna make this day. A little better than the last. Find a way to wash away. Live inside this day. Any regret you have, don't let this moment pass. Got a quarter... I passed out last night and I never made it home. Wound up on a bus to San Antone.

La la la la Can't calm down, stalker's round, yeah Can't make a sound, you force my love out Scared in your arms And I know it's a no, no, how I'm feeling for you I can't rid him of my sheets Pain wants me to let go Hurts so much that it's sweet How does

When I'll hold you again With my arms spread out With everything I know And the way things could go 'bout the weight of the world So live up my friend Step back again For somethings will be given For some you'll have to bend

Round and round dip it down Separate bring it back (and go out and step the whole night through) Now let me see you do the love slide (everybody do the stepping) Now, now, now, see you got to understand stepping is not just a dance its a its a culture It

It crawls down deep inside without a pulse or a will to die Not known to sympathize And now it takes what it takes and let's the feelings suffocate It's nothing new it'll get it's way Another thing that I see is how it gets inside of me and tears away my

And I ain't in my feelings, I'm out but I let you say that you're the good guy Here we go, again, from heroes to villains Used to be your Romeo, but we were both were jilted A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with But still it gave me

Let's build a stairway to the stars And climb that stairway to the stars With love beside us to fill the night with a song We'll hear the sound of violins Out yonder where the blue begins The moon will guide us as we go drifting along Can't we sail away

Away from here Into Zimbabwe babwe babwe babwe We need a holiday Need a holiday Let's board a plane without no destination Taking time and gonna need some patience Leaving city for an open highway

We're the builders of their destiny She go let it out, she go let it in, she go let it out Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings Ordinary people that are like you and me To go let it out, to go let it in, and go let it out Paint no illusion, try