HEARTACHE TONIGHT. . WRITERS DON HENLEY, GLENN FREY, BOB SEGER, JOHN DAVID SOUTHER. . Somebody's gonna hurt someone Before the night is through Somebody's gonna come undone There's nothin' we can do Everybody wants to touch somebody If it takes all night Everybody wants to take a little chance And make it come out right There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know Lord, I know Some people like to stay out late Some folks can't hold out that long But nobody wants to go home now There's too much goin' on This night is gonna last forever Last all, last all summer long Sometimes before the sun comes up The radio is gonna play that song There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know Lord, I know There's gonna be a heartache tonight The moon's shinin' bright So turn out the light And we'll get it right There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know Somebody's gonna hurt someone (somebody) Before the night is through Somebody's gonna come undone There's nothin' we can do (everybody) Everybody wants to touch somebody If it takes all night Everybody wants to take a little chance And make it come out right There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know There's gonna be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know Let's go We can beat around the bushes We can get down to the bone We can leave it in the parkin' lot But either way there's gonna be a - Heartache tonight, a heartache tonight I know Oh, I know There'll be a heartache tonight A heartache tonight, I know (Contributed by Shay Griffiths - May 2002).
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
There's a hole in the world tonight. There's a cloud of fear and sorrow. There's a hole in the world tonight. Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
She works all day at the Burger King. Gettin' greasy for the dollars. Promoted to fries. But there's tears in her eyes. It's not the grease or the pickles that upset her.
Hey! You're leavin' tongue marks on the carpet. I know what you're lookin' at. You would walk on your lips through busted glass. If you could get next to that.