You're out on the streets, your heart's your only home REPEAT CHORUS I walk alone through sleepless nights I'm just another number, somethin' just ain't right Searchin' for somethin' in this human zoo Kaleidoscope of faces, maybe, maybe it might be you I

Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel begins Fasten the left hand belts Remember not to think too much And your trip will be numbingly pleasant Non-caring is the easiest way But to secure a passage to the 2nd plane You have to complete level one Their

You get yours and I'll get mine Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine On that Mason-Dixon line Engine, engine number 9 The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number

As a fair warning to everyone listening to this song I advise you to not hide your feelings Don’t pretend to be okay when you’re not okay Don’t pretend to be happy when you’re sad It’ll only lead to your misery Don't you fucking hate it when you hear my

Reach the sun Ooh reach the sun Sometimes you're feeling stronger Sometimes you're feeling weak Sometimes you're feeling colder But the light will bring the heat Sometimes you're feeling lucky Sometimes you're feeling numb But if you don't stop believing,

'Cause I hope one day you'll get the sense to call me I'm hoping that you'll say So I'll keep your number saved 'Cause I hope one day I'll get the pride to call you You're missing me the way I'm missing you To tell you that no one else Is gonna hold you

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Respect the game Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurgin' 'Cause when it's

Hey, how ya doin'? Sorry you can't get through You called, I missed it Why don't you leave your name and your number? So long, baby, I'm gone You called, I missed it, You called, and I missed it, Never get back in, tired of listenin' Why don't you leave