Little liar, a naughty boy Light a fire, and dance in the smoke Every night, write a brand new song When I was younger there was nothing in my way at all Talks nice, like he's grown up right Don't tell a soul Maybe I like my coffee cold Maybe I'm crazy but just maybe this is how I roll Hold the line, it's the radio They might need a story, so maybe I'll try light the ceiling up And dance my own puppet show Crazy 'cause I'm in control

On a razor's edge At the first sign of light The car was packed While the house was quiet And my sister slept As we started the drive To California Where it's warmer Gonna start a new life Gonna miss Ohio but this time We're gonna get it right Station wagon tires, flying Katie's counting crows through the Tears in her blue eyes State lines and capitals go rushing By as I'm trying to find A station on the radio Everything's gonna be better on the west coast And the days move fast On northern plains And I read the maps The prairie grass moved In the wind like waves And we can't look back Some men you just can't save We had our reasons for leaving It's better this way Gonna miss Ohio but I'm not Gonna miss the rain Station wagon tires, flying Katie's counting crows through the Tears in her blue eyes State lines and capitals go rushing By as I'm trying to find A station on the radio Everything's gonna be better on the west coast Better than the mess that we left back home In Ohio Ohio Goodbye blue house Goodbye red door Abandoned worlds where we would drink on weekends There's magnet's pulling from the ocean floor I can't forget The way you looked when we were leaving Tires, flying Katie's counting crows through the Tears in her blue eyes State lines and capitals go rushing By as I'm trying to find A station on the radio Everything's gonna be better on the west coast Better than the mess that we left back home In Ohio Ohio Ohio Ohio Ohio

You can pick yourself up You can start walking straight Tonight you're the life of the party When the bar lights come on at your paper parade You don't have to chase down the moon 'Cause I'll leave the light on for you It's not your birthday And it's not the fourth of July Tomorrow's a work day You've got a life and a spaceship to fly You've got a woman and a beautiful yellow-haired daughter Come back to earth, kid You know that you can't chase the stars underwater You can play all the notes You can write all the words You headlined in all the big cities But when the spotlights are off and the crowds have gone home You could be going home too It's not your birthday This isn't Mardi Gras either Tomorrow's a work day You've got a life and a spaceship to fly You've got a good job and a beautiful yellow-haired daughter Come back to earth, kid You know that you can't chase the stars underwater It's not your birthday You should be done waking up on the floor Come back to earth, kid Don't you know you're not a kid anymore? You married a good girl She gave you this beautiful yellow-haired daughter Come back to earth, kid You know that you can't chase the stars underwater No, it's not your birthday It's not your birthday It's not your birthday It's not your day So blow out your candles It's better than letting them burn out

I took the train home, facing backwards Another hopeless chase Echo Park, indian summer I wrote a new song about your new life Like steps I retrace Block letters in your little black notebook, yeah Flashbacks get me close, I'm almost there Headlights in the driveway You stand in the window waiting The stars are out tonight One million fires burning Out there on the high dive You dance with your headphones on And I could watch you all night long Dancing to someone else's song Oh, dancing to someone else's song Oh, dancing to someone else's A black jacket, a blue motorbike Pass the mission in the moonlight Teenagers in the alley kissing Smell the gas burn, saw your street sign I'm doing eighty in a forty-five Throwing shadows you could hear if you listen, yeah Flashbacks get me close, I'm almost there Headlights in the driveway You stand in the window waiting The stars are out tonight One million fires burning Out there on the high dive You dance with your headphones on And I could watch you all night long Dancing to someone else's song Oh, dancing to someone else's song Oh, dancing to someone else's Flashbacks get me close But I'm staring at someone else's Headlights in your driveway You stand in the window waiting The stars are out tonight One million fires burning Meet me on the high dive You'll dance with your headphones on So I could watch you all night long Dancing to someone else's song Oh, dancing to someone else's song Oh, dancing to someone else's song Someone else's song, To someone else's song To someone else's, someone else's, someone else's song

The Man in the wilderness He asked of me How many strawberries grow in the salt sea? And I answered him, as I thought good As many a ship sails in the wood The Man in the wilderness He asked me, Why His hare could swim and his pig could fly? And I answered him, as I thought best They were both born in a cuckoo's nest The Man in the wilderness Asked me to tell Tell all the sands in the sea and I counted them well And with the grain, well, not one more I answered him, you go make sure Said with the grain, well, not one more I answered him, you go make sure I answered him, you... you go make sure