Tekst :
This time I ll make you see
That I ve pushed myself so someone could free me
I m coming your way girl
I can t wait till time gets me
Long years in the funny farm
I lost control, I drive eyes blinded
And the only voice I hear is your song
Playing on my stereo
Streets from my golden days
Have turned into sand but the dust can t choke me
I close the window praying
God, bring her closer to me
Sweet body and eyes like steel
Are getting vague but I wanna hold on to my memories
And all the shit you did
Doesn t matter cause I know you did it knowing that I knew you d do it
Oooo…
I m only here to catch a star
Oooo…
Still standing halfway to your heart
Don t deny me
This time I won t back out
There s no wall thick enough to stop me
Snakes won t slow my down
My mind s made up baby
No room for a second chance
I broke my brakes I ride like the thunder
Will you take me in your arms
Or push me off the cliff, I wonder?
What am I supposed to do nowv My situation is hardly what I wished for
Well I guess I ll back my bags
cause here I go again I m coming baby get ready
Tekst :
Looking down at the ground to hide
the sorrow drawn on your face
Speaking words from your dreams to disguise
the lies painted in your mind
I m your pain
you are my hurt
Take me as I am
Believe I am yours
Listening to angels singing to fade
Your screams echoing in my ears
Watching the sun for too long just to
blind myself from the mirror
I m your pain
you are my hurt
Take me as I am
Believe I am yours...
Tekst :
Old man Bodey sits on his own by the side of the bar
Drinking slowly, resting the boots that he s carried so far
Once was a gambler, 5-card poker rambler,
That the wise men knew as a slippery deal
And the kids called Willie the King
Sea behind me, fog s coming up on the river tonight,
Just reminds me of smoke curling up in the yellowy light
There s money on the table, took what I was able
And spent my nights with a riverboat queen
And she called me Willie the King
Well I don t mind saying
I ve done my share of paying
I ve been so broken
Sometimes it seemed that I d never get back
Watching their faces I was turning over aces
Though they knew my name when the money was gone,
They called me Willie the King
Well I don t mind staying up all night just waiting
Choosing a moment to play that card that could never be beat
Old man Bodey, he s still growing roots by the side of the bar
Drinking slowly, resting his gaze on the cinnamon jar
He once was a gambler, five-card poker rambler,
That the wise men knew as a slippery deal
And the kids called Willie the King