Everytime Turns Out For The Best

Empty Rooms

Everybody Needs A Hiding Place/i've Found A Hiding Place

El Camino

I've been tired of this white bred town. Same old people just hangin' around. Walk in circles, no where bound. Yeah, and it's gettin' me down (kick it in boys).

Everybody's Reaching Out For Someone

Just like the trees along the river bend. Lift up their branches to the sun above. We spend our lifetime reaching for a friend. 'Cause everybody needs someone to love.