What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a

No one can be just like me any way Just like fire, burning out the way If I can light the world up for just one day Watch this madness, colorful charade Oh, what you gonna do? We can get 'em running, running, running Just like magic, I'll be flying free

What about the plans that you left behind The little white house by the railway line The one we picked out We even put the payment down What about the promise that you made To stay with me till your dying day Said you'd never go away Are they just things

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl

Or have they forgot what it was that they made Forgive me I am only a maid They dance like sirens, hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Can they hear a babe over all the faith, Crawled out of the fog, found a river,

It’s where my demons hide This is my kingdom come When you feel my heat Look into my eyes Don’t get too close It’s dark inside No matter what we breed We still are made of greed When the days are cold

Yeah now she gotta do what I say I don't care at all Yaaahhh, yahhh, yah I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby I went to my hood all my friends think I made it Yeah my momma think I'm famous 100 dollar bills in the way Yeah it feels good to be

I made more waves than the ocean What nobody knows, nobody knows I’m just a ghost that’s starting to show I’ve been on the wrong side searching for love If I could live forever Could I be wrong about everything? Days feeling hollow Against my will they

Why go home? Why go home, why go home, why go home, why go home What you taught me (why go home) She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday Another child Won't feel as alone as she does It's been two years

If you don't know, don't know what you're missing now Dixie Highway to Detroit city Take off a Friday and do your hair up pretty Hard hillbilly, mow town row Song so good you drive just to listen Yeah, you don't know, hah! Car's made of soul and