When you're gone, gone Other boys come and other boys go I'm looking for a lost boy caught up in the haze Searching night and day for you Can't you see I'm slipping too? I can't, I can't hold on I remember how it feels Lying in your tattooed arms

Give you something good to celebrate I'll give you a taste Make it like your birthday everyday I know you like it sweet So you can have your cake Boy when you're with me So make a wish I'll make it like your birthday everyday I'll be your gift

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the

When the girls talk boys When the girls, when the girls talk Oh, when the girls, when the girls talk When you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell them white lies, do you tell them the truth? 'Cause every night you and I find

When you're a boy Boys keep swinging Boys always work it out Heaven loves ya The clouds part for ya Nothing stands in your way Clothes always fit ya Life is a pop of the cherry You can wear a uniform

Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc) Tell the boys I'll follow you Tell the boys their time is through I'll follow you 'Cause they got no heart You're my Joan of Arc When the boys are over you Mais ce n'est pas moi Joan, it's true

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun The life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there ain't no place to

Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts to all my lost boys we rowdy Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts to all my lost boys (when you're ready) Shout to all my lost boys, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shouts (when you're ready) (Shout to all my

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this