Hope Less - Jake Owen

My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness I dare not trust the sweetest frame But wholly lean on Jesus' name On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand When darkness When darkness hides His lovely face I rest on His unchanging grace In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil (Yes it does) On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand Trust in You and only You His oath, His covenant, His blood Support me in the whelming flood When all around my soul gives way (He's my hope) He then is all my hope and stay On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand On Christ On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand When He shall come with trumpet sound Oh, may I then in Him be found (In You, would be found in You) Dressed in His righteousness alone Faultless to stand before the throne On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand On Christ the solid Rock On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand Amen

Save me for the last time I'm bleeding out there's no one here They don't understand, what it's like to be pushed When all I need is just a friend I swear I'm trying hard But down low I'm on my way I'm high on pain since they're never home One's in lust so I'm all alone She's out there stuck in what she's known This house won't feel Like home Now my friends don't like me One by one they turn their back It's so hard to feel, no one is holding me Is it too hard to live a life I swear I'm trying hard But this storm I have to face So I'm high on pain since they're never home One's in lust so I'm all alone She's out there stuck in what she's known This house won't feel Like home I swear I'm trying hard If only there's one to blame So I'm high on pain since they're never home One's in lust so I'm all alone She's out there stuck in what she's known This house won't feel This house won't feel This house won't be A home

1972 Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue He worked at a record store after school Call it sympathy for the vinyl () 1972 Turntable in the basement, Major Cool A hippie girl, couple cold beers split in two You got your own rock n roll revival Girl you know they didn't ride So come over tonight () I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze We're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972 () So will it just be me and you? Playing air drums with The Who's Keith Moon You know them good ones always die too soon Like Jimmy, Jim and Joplin Yea, kickin back, cutting loose Sippin on Jack, that's what we do It don't matter baby girl cus in a few You're gonna hear heaven a knockin Look out! I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze Well let's kick it like the kids did in 1972 Yea, we're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

City of angels, city of stars Well, she shine brightest on that stone boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town Oh, my LAX She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to chase her dream To be an actress on that silver screen Oh, my LAX Well, dear seventies ---- Please hold tight to my California honey Make her famous with lots of money And tell her I wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Night trampoline and marijuana I close my eyes and I can smell it on her Bored in a plan back to Tennessee I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me Well, dear palm trees and palm readers Tattoo artist and make believers Please tell her next time you see her That I sure wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Oh, my LAX