Down in the basement in the house with the police outside. There's something secret hidden away. In various crates in a paralyzed state. Are the heads for the mood of the day.
Staring with my eyes wide open. Bells are ringing,. I hear voices and the chorus is singing. Help is on the way x 4. . Couldnt sleep last night. Seems like there was no hope in sight.
This love for you, it cannot hide. This love is deep, deep inside. He's got you, he's got you on his mind. . To think about it would wreck his mind. To let it go would free his soul.
[Chorus x2: Mike Shinoda]. Your running out of time. I came to take what's mine. If you think I'm stepping aside. Then your losing your mind. Losing your mind.
No, don't drag me down!. . All this sickness, hard to swallow.. Eats my insides, until I'm hollow.. Indecision, fornication.. Contemplation, to damnation..
Well, I was born for Saturday night. Looking for trouble and ready to fight. I was made to be wild and free. Where it's loud and bright, that's where I'll be.
Well, every evening when the news is over. And the moon is a climbing high. I crank up my old pickup trick. And baby, down the road I fly. . Just to find a spot down in the parking lot.
Written by Marty Stuart. . When I was a baby, my sweet momma told me. Go around this world and see all that you can see. Find a good woman, get a job and settle down.
Ah Henry, you sure bought that whole James Dean thing. Right down to the end. Drinking beer, banging gears. On the outside looking in. . It was a desperate time on small town stage.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Under bridges, beneath trestles in the boxcars of dead trains. Livin' to beat the cold of the pouring driving rain. A silent society moves out in the night.
It comes from Mississippi, and down in Alabam. Creepin' like a fever all across the land. From deep in the Delta on the Louisiana shore. The people got to have it, they wanna hear some more.
As I look at the valleys down below. They are green just as far as I can see. As my memories return, oh how my heart did yearn. For you and the days that used to be.
Hey porter, hey porter, would you tell me the time?. How much longer will it be 'til we cross that Mason-Dixon line?. When we hit Dixie would you tell that engineer to ring his bell?.
Written by Marty Stuart and Paul Kennerley. . Hey baby, don't you cry. I'm gonna wipe those little teardrops dry. Hey baby, don't be sad. I know he hurt you but it ain't so bad.
Written by Marty Stuart and Rivers Rutherford. . Dreamed aboutcha last night baby. Well you were lookin' for your man. And my heart said I had to tell you.
I ain't afraid of your bad mouth gun. You can shoot and run any time, babe. I'll survive in the ice cold stare. That you learned to wear so unkindly. .
Written by Marty Stuart. . Way down in Harlan County. On a cold and lonesome night. A tormented man with a gun in his hand. Went searching for his wife.
Written by Marty Stuart and Kostas. . Your heart's changing, our love is growing cold. Something tells me I'll be moving on. Some day, you'll see. just what you did to me.
V1. . Four years ago we were just kids,. Four years today, were kids with dreams,. And hopes of better things,. You could never see. With a little motivation,.
I lived beyond my fears. . Until my years. . Have withered me, delivered me. . Divinity and you'll. Never catch me on my knees. . Ride upon my horse so mighty.