Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor I know my way, I know that I'll find her somehow It's a silly situation, it's just infatuation, no need to be sorry Angela carries me back to

Liar, liar! Why on earth won't tell the truth? Can't nobody see the lie of you? We need to find a way... Well, we are who we are, and we're all going under When the past with the last and will last until under But at least I'll find, we'll all find out

When you can't find today, oh Search all you want, oh They were always right here Well you won't find it here, oh Well the fortunes you seek, oh No need for tomorrow It was always right here You say that you're down, now Can't find a place to rest your

Go somewhere we're needed Find somewhere to grow When the color of the night Gives way to shaky movements Improvisational skills Let's swear that we will Get with the times In a current health to stay Get life day to day

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

I know just what I need To find my way back to Tennessee To Southern, is so sweet And find my way back to Tennessee I'm on the road now I'm coming home now Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

It's a long, hard road I'm traveling on Seems forever I've been gone Yeah, it's a long hard road I'm traveling on Lord I need to find my way back home I hear the voice my sweet momma called me Telling me to change my ways In my mind, I smell the dogwood

Whoa whoa whoa People gonna say what 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 say