Well it's friday night at the football game,. the crowd is cheering one more time for me,. and everything is going fine so far. but life is just ten yards away.
I'm lost and broken, all alone on this road. The wheels keep turnin', but the feelin' is gone. When I fear I'm on my own. You remind me I am not alone.
I never made the dream. Was just too far out of reach. And though I want it still. Not sure it ever will. . God how I miss you. Another seven weeks until.
I'm lost and broken. All alone on this road. The wheels keep turning. But the feeling is gone. . When I fear. I'm on my own. You remind me. I am not alone.
I've got my own religion. I make it up as I go along. I've got this friend. Who says he's been born again. And if he's right. we don't have long. . My doctor gave me a prescription.
and so darling for once please get clean for me nothing else left i can say when i refuse to say words that won't break through to you deny when you see me lie when you tell me i'm wrong it seems good and fine to you the drugs that you're doing are bad and i wish it was easier for me to say please girl stop using don't run away run along to a world that won't lie to you trust you and get drawn into your eyes.
I'm lost and broken all alone on this road. The wheels keep turning but the feeling is gone. When I fear I'm on my own. But you remind me I am not alone.
If you choose to walk away. I'll try and understand. Something's once said. can't be undone. I wish that I'd realized that. . Can tell by the look in.
Little hands, shoeless feet. Lonely eyes looking back at me. Will we leave behind the innocent to grieve?. On their own, on the run. When their lives have only begun.
I remember when we first met. it was freshman summer i cant forget. and daydreams of you and i. wrote your name on my folder a 1000 times. . so why cant i let you go?.
Broken from the start. Bad assembly line. Sent out without spare parts. To ease you from your pain. . Some how you had become. More than the sum of your parts.
You been beat down cast out kicked in the shins. Never ever, ever did they think You could win. Like an underdog story, or return of a king. It's never really over till the fat lady sings, so c'mon.
let me introduce you. to the private eyes that hunt you. gonna paste the clues when i go home. we're gonna try to make it work. tired of information messing with the operation.
Hand me downs. All the things I hate in you. I recently found. In me. I always promised myself. that I'd never be.. . Caught your eye. Recognize the loneliness.
Today I finally found a melody that fits. A melody that fits. Today I finally found a song that I can sing. A song that I can sing. . You are my King, You are my King.
and maybe one day. if you would just look straight into my eyes. and you would find your son inside. not just a twinkle in your eye. and maybe you'd say.
I bought your album. You're my new favorite band. I love that third song - yeah. Let's hear that one again. And I learned all your words. So I can sing along.
Jesus and the California Kid. Oh what Jesus did for the California kid. . There's a school kid on the coastline. Who's the textbook case of cool. He's out of sight, he surfs alright.
I remember it was mid December. I was walking you home. And we stopped to make angels. In the snow. . I remember the way the breath. Erupted from your lips.
Game over she said i got a new friend. and thats harder to face over the deep end. its harder to sense she wanted to go home. . Game over she said are you recieving.