What are you trying to say? So I got you a present I went downtown to get it Doing anything tonight? Done for the day ‘Cuz we got a date

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Oh oh woah oh Yeah, we owned the night Tell me have you ever wanted Someone so much it hurts? Your lips keep trying to speak But you just can't find the words Well I had this dream once I held it in my hands She was the purest beauty

The seasons pass and the sunlight will shine On my life again The words are dying in the night No winter lasts forever Voices cry out through the fear and the dark As we wait for our lives to be better So let the past now burn down in flames So leave the

Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsy's, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for

Up all night It's a crime How you're reeling me in with the games you play Then you hang me out to dry All the things that you said to me yesterday Playing over in my mind Well I get the thrill run down my spine When I see you hitting me up Feeling so

We were here Roaming on the endless prairie Writing an endless story Building a Walden of our own Grieving the saddened faces Conquering the darkest places Time to rest now and to finish the show And become the music, one with alpenglow Together we slay

Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'm-a fight Till we see the sunlight Tick-tock on the clock But the party don't stop, no Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up You break me down

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

On them hot summer nights when I get a-wild here I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire And drink to a sweet swamp song I got an old Jon boat that I stowed down there And a catfish line going, bom bom So if