You know that I would now if only I could A brand new baby was born yesterday just in time Papa cried baby cried said your tears are like mine I heard some words from a friend on the phone didn't sound so good The doctors gave him two weeks to live I'd

Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw huh, As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh, yeah, I'm a lucky man to count on

Round are way the birds are singing Round are way the sun shines bright The paper boy is working before he goes Lying to the teacher he knows he knows He didn't and he should've Brought his lines in yesterday Ernie bangs the sound and the day begins The

And baby you're a sweet surprise You're a strong, free, just what I need, wild card And baby you're my wild card My perfect little twist of fate Favorite part of everything Lucky like a shooting star Baby, you're my wild card I didn't see it coming

Thinkin' about Miss Martha King Miss Martha King Do you think you're doin' me right? Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin' Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin' I'm in love with that woman I ain't afraid to call her name Lord, I did everythin' for you Done everything

But did you see the flares in the sky? Were you blinded by the light? Did you feel the smoke in your eyes? Did you, did you? Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares And no one cares,

If the last thing you did was the last thing you do He hung up the phone without saying goodbye Kept his eyes on the road and his fists clinched tight It was all over something that didn't matter at all But he just had to tell her that she was wrong Then

If you were here, I'd never have a fear So go on live your life But I miss you more than I did yesterday You're so far away So c'mon show me how 'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say Oh baby here comes the sound I took a train outta New Orleans

All because of these things All of these things, baby You're gonna miss me Early one morning I thought about our happiness, yes I did Still run through my head Oh, and I know These things made our love come to an end Oh these things

Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound, we did an awful job Eyes are full of desire Mind is so ill-at-ease Everything is on fire Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children