Well, how the times have changed Lookin' back, it seems so clear now Everything you wanted in your life Everything is certain Try and understand Put
I got a little bit of reason For everything I've done I might just serenade the moonlight And I get so lonely in this crowd I want to scream but make
wilting in the kitchen I felt like I was one of them gasping for air I go from room to room hoping to find your presence I play my music louder than
Worn out in Juarez asking the dust for change Worn out in Juarez a punch drunk assassin Getting caught in the rain Driving all the way from Albuquerque
Rain drops bead again They make a tide pool on your summer skin Shoplifting corner store I should have got, should have got some more How'd you get so
I got a little bit of hope like a soap on a rope Sweeter than sour, getting thinner by the hour Fallin' fast and I?m runnin' out of gas Muggin' on your
I can still recall The way you looked that fall in your favorite dress The day before you left And since that time, I wrote a simple rhyme Well, I miss
than this life, closer than your faith Closer than the things that you hold dearly and in vain Closer than this life, falling through again Giving more than
you better recognize (You been leaning like a Pisa, a moaning Lisa) Ah, you better recognize, son (Hip-Hip for all the busted, we are entrusted) Ah, you better
Allie woke up 8 A.M. Graduation day Got into a car Crashed along the way And we arrived late to the wake Stole the urn while they looked away And drove
Maybe I should drop you at your door Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore Anywhere but here It's three o'clock, we're driving in your car You're
One more murder in this town Don't mean a thing just lock your doors And drive around One more murder in this town Don't worry the rain will Wash the
I wrote a three page note So I could ask you why you live your life Disregard the pretense that you made Come alive, come alive, watch the city go by
Cut me out of this role I can't play it anymore It must be somethin' in the water here Yeah yee Give me up, I confess I feel as though I'm livin' less
And your photo stills In your wallet with your unpaid bills And you show it like it means something You could never know the pain it brings And then
We're all a scene in Mona's dream A Paris street, a quiet stream Far away from Gabrini Green Forgotten love at seventeen Where her children got a chance
Calling from that porch again Low dress blowing in the wind I should have known I'd regret it later But she blow like a Tsunami I like it like that,
Your pain makes you beautiful, you love to lose control And mediocrity's rewarded, set your standards low In an imploding star or a burned out car, I
