You know that I care What happens to you And I know that you care So I don't feel alone Or the weight of the stone Now that I've found somewhere safe To bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing

I think I'm in love Think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile She doesn't know what happens when she's around I really think I better get a hold

(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) 'Till we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Got a shit-eatin' grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City

Clap your hands now Liquid spirit And fill your water tank Go ‘head and clap your hands now Un re-route the rivers Let the dammed water be There’s some people down the way that’s thirsty Watch what happens when the people catch wind Dip down and take a

We go fallin' off the wagon Got ourselves a real bad habit Girl, you got me actin' like an addict All messed up, no matter what You know I just gotta have it Even though it winds up tragic Tonight whatever happens, happens And tomorrow, we'll get back on

Someone who cares like me Give that deep love to you And what magic you'll see Let someone give his heart Let someone start believing in you Let him hold out his hand Let him touch you and watch what happens Want someone who can look in your eyes And see

I only want to be with you 'Cause you started something Oh can't you see Ever since we met you've had a hold on me It happens to be true I don't know what it is that makes me love you so I only know I never want to let you go It doesn't matter where you

Don’t take it for granted And when it happens It’s time to write your story Love is a temple No matter how and what it takes, to be there No fear that can’t be won by love There’s nothing that I can do I’ve set my mind on you The more that I see you’re

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around