If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

Nightcrawler Straight out of hell One of a kind Stalking his victim Don't look behind you Beware the beast in black You know he's coming back Night Crawler Howling winds keep screaming round

I'm already ready to go I'm already thinking 'bout leavin' Gotta get you back in my shirt Get you out that dress Everybody at the party is checking your body I don't even mind it 'cause you're coming with me, girl And I know it's only seven thirty-two

I've been waiting for the day You knew it was coming either way But I'm freer than I've ever been Something that you've never been Why am I waking up out of my sleep Thinking of ya babe You had a hold on me

Man it's been a long time coming (ooh it's been a long time) But I never forgot about you Yeah, we've traveled the world Seen a lot of places, so many faces We had a good time, we've grown together Who would've thought we'd stay down this long, heh? This

We gonna party like it’s 3012 tonight I wanna show you all the finer things in life So just forget about the world, we're young tonight I’m coming for ya, I’m coming for ya 'Cause all I need is a beauty and a beat It’s all 'bout you, when the music makes

If I could wave my magic wand I'm not one to believe in magic Don't ask me Can't you see My temperature's rising I am made from the dust of the stars And the oceans flow in my veins Here I hide in the heart of the city Like a stranger coming out of the

Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out, pretty mama, what turns on your lights The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind

I'm home for the summer, shoot out the lights Don't blow my cover, oh I'm free tonight I'm coming over, call all your friends Somebody hold me all the pretty girls said Shut up and kiss me all the pretty girls said All of the whiskey went to my head All

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland