COME ON Y'ALL!. . GET YA KEYS, BRING A FRIEND. AND FOLLOW ME WHERE THE BLACKTOP ENDS. THERE'S A PARTY GOIN' ON JUST BE SURE TO GRAB THE BEERS. WE GOT GIRLS IN BOOTS, JACKED UP TOYS.
Written by: Ben Taylor. . I'm an island. Everyone can see that I'm an island. I've got ocean just about. Everywhere that I can see. . So I'll be stranded unless you come to me.
Everybody hears. What they want to hear.. It makes them feel so big.. Secrets in their ears.. . Gossip, gonna get you down.. You can't stop it flying through the town. Yeah.
A grand blank look on your face. When you learned it was over. Do you ever question why. What could have been different. We were so comfortable living in each others skin.
So much left to say. But I've got nothing. Here you lie and wait. As if it were sunday. . Taking up your time. There'll be surrender. If by chance you'll let me in.