People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Backing off the north east wind Sailing on a summer breeze And

Get ready to jump Are you ready to jump? Don't ever look back, oh baby Yes, I'm ready to jump Just take my hands I can make alone There's only so much you can learn in one place All work and no fighting, I'll find a place of my own Get ready to, are you

If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? Would you call old friends you never see? Reminisce old

Sometimes I do. I do sometimes You can’t see it, it might be behind you Keep those eyes wide Who’ll weep for them? Who weeps for them? Keep your eyes on the back of your If they adorn themselves with crystals To make them look sharp

Right now is the needed time, is the needed time, now is the neeeeedeed time Woo right now is the needed time, right now in the needed time I'm down on my bended knees, I'm on my knees, praaayin' want you come back, come back here? Yes I'm down on my

I keep coming back here where everything slipped But I will not spill my guts out My eyes are fallen I'm having trouble inside my skin I try to keep my skeletons in Anything you ever want me to be It'll be easy to cover It'll be summer in Dallas I'm in

When I was Jack and you were Diane Does it make you laugh Every time you hear that song Do you close your eyes Do the memories take you back Six packs and a Chevy Cheyenne Do you turn it up Do you sing along

So why then, are you crying? Who denied them And no amount of tears Could roll back all the years Bring back all your dreams from yesterday Once your dreams Come knocking at your door It's time to realize

Yes, I'm back Back, (I'm back) Well, I'm back, back Back in black 'Cause I'm back Well, I'm back Well, I'm back in black Yes, I'm back in black Well, I'm back, yes I'm back

What that makes me If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool If that makes me a little throwback Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that Call me hick, hillbilly Hell I'm proud to be I like an old guitar Playin' a