You're the life of the party.. Party, ah, ah, the life of the party,. Party, ah, ah, the life of the party.. . And she's the best that I've ever seen,.
I grew up on the Beatles. And you were raised on the Stones. You're a little bit country, yeah. And I play rock and roll. . The first time that I saw you.
She was young. And her daddy didn't warn her. She had stars in her eyes. And she never gave up on California. . He was old. And not much of a dreamer.
I said don't go, I need you here. Just hold me close until the coast is clear. And I will fall, I'll fall so hard. In hopes I land in your arms. . We can watch the world go by.
An hour away from home. And time's never felt this slow. . It feels like a week ago. Do you feel it too?. . I bet you went back to bed. My pillow beneath your head.
You deserve someone who listens to you. Hears every word and knows what to do. When you're feeling hopeless, lost and confused. There's somebody out there who will.
All my friends are coming over. And I hope nobody told her. She has a way of turning sunshine into rain. I got on that shirt she hates. I just know that face she'll make.
Yeah, you might have somebody. No, but you don't got me. Oh, but your thinkin' 'bout it. Yeah, it's so easy to see. I won't tell nobody. Nobody's gonna tell on me.
My girlfriend's got a boyfriend, funny. He doesn't make a dime all day. And all her girlfriends' boyfriends make money. What more can I say?. . It's true.
Old man on his way back home late from work today. Far out on a dirt road, he couldn't find his way. With tears in his eyes he knew there's no one in sight.
If they're on you like a tattoo. They're watching every move that you're making. You're blue eyes were white lies. I thought you were mine for the taking.
I'm gonna take my time. Make sure that the feeling's right. Instead of staying up all night. Wondering where you are. Miles and miles away. In a town in another state.
You get lost on your way back home. Just about anywhere. You sing off key to the radio. Like nobody's there. And I love that your Sunday's best. Is a holey pair of jeans.
I pulled up to a drive. I tightened up my tie. And I need to make her wait. No sleep from the night before. Her dad answers the front door. And already knows my name.
I keep staring at your door from down the hallway. Tonight I couldn't make it to the moon. Looking at our pictures on the fireplace. Wishing it was me instead of you.
I am a victim of my time. A product of my age. There's no choosing my direction. I was a holy man but now. With all my trials behind me. I am weak in my conviction.