Rubber on my tires making contact with the road Sign on the streetpost tells me which way I should go Riding down America Street funny that it's one
Al, he sells records down on old St. Charley's Street He's cleaning up Fat Tuesday's mess he keeps the sidewalks neat And he just lost his father and
It's 3:00 A.M. I'm awake and my heart is still dreaming It's 3:00 A.M. Outside I hear the souls still screaming It's been so long you know since my head
Sweet love is keeping a very close score She's cheated death more than one time The tears roll down her face and on to the floor The psychic's been reading
Well I don't drive a fast car You know it just ain't my style And I don't give a damn about that You know it ain't worth my while And I've been known
After all the corridors are darkened When the royal crown is off your head To your chambers I will creep not a word we will speak Just love me while
Sitting in the kitchen Just staring at the cracks in the wall I've been sitting here since yesterday Just waiting on you to call The cracks remind me
of gold And so for all of you I say, don't miss the forest for all the trees And don't ever question Honor Among Thieves The undergrowth has parted now
Hey boy pushin' on your girlfriend Trying to show her all the pain you feel inside Yeah and head all scrambled and the love is gone And you don't know
Tim he was a good friend Yea was a brother of mine We were imaginary comic book superheroes Kids wasting time We were prisoners of our youth We were
Sittin' on the edge Looking for songs in a bottle Talking with strangers who don't know my pain Blurry eyed and burned out Choking on more than I can
Thirty Pieces of silver screen Deep inside our souls How did we betray our imagination Watching our futures unfold Without a whisper for fear of intrusion
It's 3:00 A.M. I'm awake and my heart is still dreaming It's 3:00 A.M. And outside I hear the souls still screaming It's been so long You know since
Rubber on my tires Making contact with the road Sign on the street post tells me Which way I should go Riding down America street Funny that it's one
Al, he sells records down on old St. Charley's Street He's cleaning up Fat Tuesday's mess, he keeps the sidewalks neat And he just lost his father, you
Well now after all the corridors are darkened When the royal crown is off your head To your chambers I will creep not a word we will speak Just love me
Yeah hey, yeah Well, I was sitting in the kitchen Just staring at the cracks in the wall I?ve been sitting here since yesterday Just waiting on you to