Freeways
She was the seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, she'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks, out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sang the song
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you & you can he
Slow Country
City life
Calling me later
Leave my soul
In deep water
Never get a better chance
So what you doing
Gotta get money
Ain't quite what you're doing
I can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Shout my life
You won't get money
From doing what you're loving
Moving out of city
Better have a second chance
Get a lot of problems
I can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
I can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness
Can't stand your loneliness