Wooh!. Ooh yeah!. Comon'!. . First time I heard the music. I thought it was my own. I could feel it in my heartbeat. I could feel it in my bones. . My momma thinks I'm crazy.
I just seen trouble. He's calling out your name tonight. Billy get your guns. You could walk away. But I know you were born to fight. So Billy get your guns.
Yo no vi las flores marchitar. ni ese frío en tus ojos al mirar.. No, no vi la realidad. Me ibas a dejar.. Dicen que la vida baby, no es como la ves..
Since you're been gone now honey life ain't nothing but sad luck days. I begged on my knees now, sugar. You acted like you never knew my name. My friends saw you at the station.
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano. Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know. 'cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my hand.
I have walked all alone. On these streets I call home. Streets of hope, streets of fear. Through the sidewalk cracks time disappears. . I was lost, on my knees.
I don't wanna be another wave in the ocean. I am a rock not just another grain of sand. I wanna be the one you run to when you need a shoulder. I ain't a soldier but I'm here to take a stand.
I went to see the preacher. To teach me how to pray. He looked at me and smiled. Then that preacher turned away. . He said, "If you want to tell him somethin'.
Every day it's the same when they say that it might be the end. In the end when it ends then I'll listen to them. You wake up, go to work, go to sleep.
Growing up today. There's many mountains you must climb. You're not the only one. 'Cause everybody's on that line. . Hey mister know it all. What do you recommend.
Well, now we're alone. My heart's in your hands. I need someone to love. Can't I be your friend?. . I feel your innocence baby. Someone's guilty tonight.
Your love is like bad medicine. . Bad medicine is what I need. Shake it up, just like bad medicine. There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease. I ain't got a fever got a permanent disease.
They call me the Back Door Santa. I make my runs about the break of day. They call me the Back Door Santa. I make my runs about the break of day. I make all the little girls happy.
I'm in this world. I've got no fun. Still standing strong. In army of one. So sign me up. I'm a soldier. . I've got a voice. It's all on me. A beating heart inside of me.
It was another day. . a perfect texas afternoon. a mother and two children play. the way the always do. as they raced home from the mailbox. a mother and her son.
Alarm clock rings at 6: 45. Must have hit that snooze button at least 3 times. I'm wishing this morning was still last night. On any other day, I just might wanna die.
Love lives in New York City. He got a place off of the park. Heard he was standing in the ruins. And in his hands a broken heart. He called an army of his angels.
Amen. . Last night I had a dream. The dream I had was true. I fell through the stars. Went walking on the moon. . Burned like a thousand candles in her arms.
America the beautiful. Oh, beautiful for spacious skies. For amber waves of grain. For purple mountain's majesties. Above the fruited plain. . America, America.
The clock strikes ten. Out on the streets again. I been looking for something to please me since I don't know when. Out on the dark side of town. Another rumbles gone down.