So pride yourself on what you are, And hold them all to words they can't take back, I've seen a place (it comes) to me in dreams Where fires die but light still shines for us to see So come test me, so come break me, So come on intoxicate me With hands

'Cause I'm so drunk off tragic endings It's like I'm drowning at sea Hoping that you reach for me I know you're there, but I can't see I'm dying to breathe And all you do is strangle me Such a beautiful relief (Drunk off tragic endings) I got my hands on

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall And it's hard, and it's hard, it's hard, it's hard And it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of

The thing about love, love, love And that's the thing about love It'll make you do some crazy things Is you know it when you feel it, feel it That's the thing Is you know it when you feel it Is you know it when you feel it (feel it) Everybody tells us

But what good's love if it ain't a little complicated? No, it don't always go just like you hoped it would But sometimes complicated's pretty damn good Roll the window down, baby, wave goodbye To your mama standin' there in the drive From the day we met

Tear it right down to the ground We gonna tear it down, down, down now And the (heat) index rise every time around It's coming, it's coming on down, down And we can tear every little thing down And we will, just look around And you can watch us tear it

The moon is high and the night is young Come on and meet me C'mon sweet thing Won't you climb on out of your window While the world is sleeping And there's no way I'll be leaving 'Till we're kissing on the porch swing Oh my little sweet thing Sweet thing

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again You know I would love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again Well, I've got to ask Sometimes I can't

The star maker says, it ain't so bad The dream maker's going make you mad The spaceman says, everybody look down It's all in your mind And you know I'm fine It's all in my mind It started with a low light Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed And

I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my