Hey, kids, get your gear. This is your vacation. Climb aboard this yellow bus. To your destination. Hey, lift man, now lift me up. It's an occupation.
Run a mile, run a mile to the river. Gonna throw off the hunting hounds. Run a mile, run a mile to the river. Gonna wash away or drown. . Well I was only there for a minute.
I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette. And a souped up car on a county road. Nothin' much to do back then so we'd make bets. On how much drink a guy could hold.
So I heard that you fell down. Must be hard to get around. . But what I'd like. Is for you to get it rite [x3]. Is for you to get it rite [x3]. . Always make things look so hard.
Chorus:. Who are you? oh, whats your destination?. will you come around? oh, will you come around?. Who are you? oh, whats your expectation?. will you come around? woah, woah, will you come around?.
So I heard that you fell down. Must be hard to get around. . But what I'd like. Is for you to get it rite (x3). Is for you to get it rite (x3). . Always make things look so hard.
High On Love. (Brad Cotter/Rick Giles/Steve Bogard). . We'd be sittin' there in church. In a world of our own. With our glazed over eyes. Lookin' like we were stoned.
La, la, la. . I get this feeling when I wake up late at night. Yeah, you know, you ever wake up. And just a-frightened, feeling down in your soul?. And you know you're gonna find pretty love most of the time.
Disc go down late last night. Spinnin' room don't feel right. Spirits they all laugh at me. 'Cause of my stupidity. Cold sweat on my brow. Feel it comin' up right now.
Hard To Be A Rock. (Brad Cotter/Rick Giles/Steve Bogard). . Sometimes it's hard to be a rock and show the world you're strong.. When your barley gettin' by but your the one their countin' on.
I look out my window up into the sky. And I wonder where it all comes from. It seems so harmless to me but I can't help wondering. How it affects someone.
Whenever the sun comes out. Whenever your skies are grey. There's always a way up. A way into your heart today. . If you could make it good (x4). . When I want to find out whether I have lost my way.
A 1986 Harley. Blowin' smoke and suckin' oil. My daddy said, "Buy it and you're crazy, boy". Can't tell me nothin'. . It took two months to fix it up.
Down in the valley of the fever. In the hills of Tennessee. Well, we're sifting through that asphalt barnyard. Just a-looking for that be-bop beat. 'Cause we sleep all day, play all night.
It's hard for me to read your mind. I'm too afraid of what I'll find. . All my certainty starts to sail away. The only thing that I know. Is that I don't really care.
Blue Collar Nights. (J. Steele/B. Allmand). . If you don't count the overtime, it's a 40 hour grunt. This American dream ain't easy on a paycheck twice a month.
No one knows how long we're gonna be here. No one knows how long until we die. No one knows but maybe that's familiar. Come on now and just give it a try.
Well lightning struck at midnight with the thunder and the rain. My sleep was interrupted by the rhythm of a train. I asked of the conductor where this old train was bound.
I don want anything from the flea market. . Please don pressure me. I don want to buy anything that is in front of me. Why do you try to pawn on me your worst disease.
You gotta four piece band and a L.A. tan. You smile at me and you shake my hand. But I got something baby that you need. You'll stab me in the back just to watch me bleed.