Music can't be everything They were once awaiting I'll meet you in the maze All those songs that came before you Every friend in need, every memory It's me who makes the peace in me All I wanna sleep with, see It's me that makes the peace in me From

She's gotta do what she's gotta do She's at the starting line of the rest of her life As ready as she's ever been Got the hunger and the stars in her eyes The prize is hers to win She's waiting on my blessings before she hits that open road Baby get ready

I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen She told me to meet her there, I cannot afford the bus fare, I'm not old enough for her, So tell me what else can I do? I bought my fake ID for you You got me waiting in a queue, For a bar I can't get into, I'm not old

'Cause you and tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the Canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

Fly away, skyline pigeon fly Towards the dreams You've left so very far behind For just a Skyline Pigeon Dreaming of the open Waiting for the day That he can spread his wings And fly away again Turn me loose from your hands

Calling, 'o sinner, come home Come home, come home Ye who are weary come home Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling Calling for you and for me See, on the portals, He's waiting and watching Watching for you and for me

We're under control Waiting for the fire to light Feeling like we could do right Be the one that makes tonight 'Cause freedom is a lonely road I might be anyone A lone fool out in the sun Your heartbeat of solid gold I love you, you'll never know

We're at the lost and found Is there anybody out there waiting for me on my way? If that somebody is you, then baby, I just wanna say Tonight, nothing will bring us down Tonight, we're at the lost and found Gotta love this field and the cherry sky Under

You ain’t ready to ride with me Please step to the side Ride, ride, ride I got real ones waiting to ride for me Waiting to ride for me So you don't, get to the front of the line I got real ones waiting from time for me You ain’t ready to fight with me A

Like desperados waitin' for a train I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry And run his fingers through seventy years of livin' And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?" We were friends, me and this old man