Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

Now would you hate me if I said goodbye So quick you could eat my dust? In the wind from dawn 'til dusk? When you cry, you waste your time Over boys you never liked So keep it light Girl, would it kill you just to throw a little bit of attention? If I

Just like the crow chasing the butterfly Dandelions lost in the summer sky Cause when you and I were gettin' high as outer space I never thought you would slip away I guess I was just a little too late I painted your room at midnight So I'd know

"You know it's easy to talk about, doing something But when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little Light vacation" I was just thinking to myself man Y'know this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me And I need to let my

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

And when I'm hanging by a string, Every little thing Is understood Stronger than steel and wood. Seen me through the bad and good. Between Martin and me. He was born in the woods Torn from his home. Well, he was naked,

It's alright, it's alright You are my one and only You gave that joy to me When my whole life was lonely Do it again Don't let this love end You came in That's what my little heart was looking for Laughter in the rain

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

Be in my heart When we were younger We thought everyone was on our side Then we grew a little And romanticized the time I saw Flowers in your hair See it takes a boy to live Takes a man to pretend he was there So then we grew a little