Pain

Do you beleive in silly things like destiny
How it all went wrong?
didn't want to let you slip away from me
but you were already gone

Hold onto the day when it will be OK
and all the dust is gone
there's so much that I could never say
and so much left undone
I just want to tell you that you're beautiful
you crushed me to my core
there has got to be a better place for you
then I could could ever go

only the bitterness remains
I beleive in pain

I see a perfect angel over me
and I don't know if it's good
Heaven's gate is open wide to welcome me
and I don't think that I should

They wonder why I walked away
I beleive in pain

Pain-give me strength give me meaning
Pain- give me reason for breathing
Pain-give me som'n to hold on to
Pain

Sleep Until the Afternoon

Come on baby won't you call in sick
a little bit of coughing should do the trick
Then we can lay around and lovin' and a smoochin' the day away

Might lose a bit of money off your check
Sure could use it but what the heck
Money don’t make the world go round anyway

We can Sleep until the afternoon
Sleep until the afternoon
Wake up and make up the deep sweet love to you
Sleep until the afternoon

Man can waste up all his life
putting those bricks in a pile
Next thing you know you’re in the great big house in the sky

When we can Sleep Until the afternoon
Sleep Until the afternoon
Lay down roll round make sweet love to you
Sleep until the afternoon

Paradise

can you really see the damage done
only time has won only time remains
you really thought that you could win
change will get you in the end
only change remains


take a last look at paradise
the pictures on your walls
scream out your secret name
little boots and empty bottles
can't bring shame enough to change


can you smell the end of days
cooking in your microwave stirring up your calm
the bitter silence finally triumphs
like the dropping of a bomb

take a last look at paradise
the pictures on your walls
scream out your secret name
little boots and empty bottles
can't bring shame enough to change
solo

take a last look at paradise
the drawings on your fridge
the monkey on your back
the lonely thing about the open road
is there's no turning back

take a last look at paradise

Highway

I was a husband
used to have a happy home I turned around and.
there they were they were gone
but I don't wonder yeah I know what went wrong
I think that woman should stick to raising dogs

'cause it was your way or the highway
GOD I love drivin' the road just carries me away
with the wind in my hair it's easy to feel like I don't care

Come home from workin'
All the furniture was changed and she would tell me
that I'd be likin' it that way it's all those little things
That make you feel you don't belong it's not like leavin'
when you're already gone