It's magic She says to me My hand in her way She approaches sweetly It's enough when I see that look in her eyes It's enough for me to paralyze Whoa, Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Well nothing feels good being under the gun Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Whoa, Whoa, Whoa It's tragic She says to me A song in the air We're together floating What I miss everyday since our goodbye Was enough for me to realize Whoa, Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Well nothing feels good being under the gun Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Is it ever gonna come? Whoa, Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Well nothing feels good being under the gun Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Whoa, Whoa, Whoa So take care what you wish for It may come true But the September sky How I whispered 'I love you' But I couldn't take it any longer No I couldn't stand But the night brought sparks And the sparks brought flames And you had to be sure This wasn't one of those games, But I'm gonna show you If you could just Give me tonight, tonight Its fragile She says to me The hair in her eyes She removes it, smiling There's a wound that I know this song could mend A step in time For us, will never end Whoa, Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Well nothing feels good Being under the gun Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Is it ever gonna come? Whoa, Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Well nothing feels good Being under the gun Whoa, I'm waiting for the breakdown Whoa, Whoa, Whoa I'm waiting for the breakdown I'm waiting for the comedown I'm waiting for the breakdown (she says it's magic)I'm waiting for the comedown (I'm floating weightless) I'm waiting, Whoa, Whoa (she says it's magic) For the breakdown(here comes the breakdown I'm waiting Whoa, Whoa, (she says it's magic) For the breakdown (I'm floating weightless I'm waiting, Whoa, Whoa, (she says it's magic) For the comedown (here comes the breakdown) I'm waiting, Whoa, Whoa, (she says it's magic) For the breakdown (I'm floating weightless) I'm waiting Whoa, Whoa, (she says it's magic) For the comedown (here comes the breakdown) I'm waiting, Whoa, Whoa (she says it's magic) For the breakdown (I'm floating weightless) Whoa, whoa, I'm waiting (she says it's magic) For the comedown, here comes the breakdown

Summertime, summertime Brought me back to thinking you were mine, all those times. We laid it down and left it all behind, we were blind. Oh, the summertime. We could ride, we could ride. Take my hand and watch the world go by. Laugh or cry, well we need to try, get off the line, time to fly. Oh, the summertime. Go on ahead and let it fade away. No looking back you know the past will stay. It's you and me, we could get out of here. Jump in and go and we could drive for years. We could feel alive... Here we are, here we are, Windows down we see a falling star. Stop the car. Waiting for nothing but our beating hearts, going far. Oh, the summertime. So feel the air, feel the air, Take the map and point to anywhere. I don't care. Fingers through your hair, The sky I've seen blue and green. Oh, the summertime. Go on ahead and let it fade away. No looking back you know the past will stay. It's you and me, we could get out of here. Jump in and go and we could drive for years. We could feel alive... Drivin away, leaving it all behind. Drivin away Drivin away, and leaving it all behind. And drivin away Drivin away, just drive away, leaving it all behind Drivin away, just drive away, leaving it all behind Drivin away, just drive away, leaving it all behind, driving away, yeah Just drive away, yeah yeah yeah, go...

Have you seen my hands, they just flip and shake And the song just keeps on beating, drop the needle again And I dance with your ghost Oh, but that ain't the way I can't move on and I can't stay the same And all my friends say Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet But have you seen my heart? Have you seen how it bleeds? Every night's a so long baby Yeah, out here in the deep The tick-ticking of hours only I hear the alarm I used to hear when you were sleeping in my arms For better senses Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet And all my friends say Ah hey, turn the record over Ah hey, I see you on the flip side There you go, turn the key and engine over Let her go, let somebody else lay at her feet Where you used to be Where you used to be Where you used to be You with me

Mary, this station is playing every sad song. I remember like we were alive. I heard it Sunday morn' from inside of these walls. In a prison cell, where we spent those nights. And they burnt up the diner where I always used to find her. Licking young boys blood from her claws. And I learned about the blues from this kitten I knew. Her hair was raven and her heart was like a tomb. My heart's like a wound. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you? Mary, I worried and stalled every night of my life. Better safe than making the party. And I never had a good time, I sat by my bedside, with papers and poetry about Estella. Great expectations, we had the greatest expectations. I saw tail lights last night In a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my old life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you? It's funny how the night moves. Humming a song from 1962. We were always waiting... always waiting. We were always waiting for something to happen. I saw tail lights last night In a dream about my first wife. Everybody leaves and I'd expect as much from you. I saw tail lights last night in a dream about my whole life. Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn't you?

Sometimes I wake up In the morning Sometimes I dream some more I keep my wounds without a bandage Baby, as I come stumblin' through the door Spent my nights in this location Talking to spirits on the floor I think I came to find the feeling, baby Between what was mine and what was yours And I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me I think I'm gonna move to California (I can start to love) Momma can you say a prayer for me? (Say a prayer for me) I heard they don't get so low-down (All my friends get so low-down) I heard they never bleed Not like we bleed I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And it gets pretty late And the stations will change And the things once in order now seem so strange Once I could tell All the hurt apart from myself Now all I can see is the need, the need I came to get hurt Might as well do your worst to me, yea-ea Have you come here to get hurt? Have you come to take away from me From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And maybe you needed a change Maybe I was in the way Maybe some things they stay* And some things go away And maybe I was lying And maybe you were not the same

Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life 'Cause the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life And the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? And I wonder, were you scared when the metal hit the glass? See I was playing a show down the road when your spirit left your body And they told me on the front lawn, I'm sorry I couldn't go But I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Well they ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls

If I could write I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights Where we'd dig around the bones And try to find peace and patches for the holes I lit a cigarette on a parking meter The corner boys told her how I was dyin' to meet her Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee You drove up like a parade You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arm You fell straight in my arms And I miss it sometimes Shakin' like a leaf on the corner of wine But I heard it's alright The radio spoke to a good friend of mine And I can feel it comin' up as the night's gettin' warm Saw your summer dress hangin' on the back of the lawn Like a dream I remember from an easier time With the top rolled down on a Saturday night You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above, these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart right in my arms Right in my arms And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens And tryin' to find some way to be redeemed Bring a dollar with you, baby In the cold, cold ground You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arms You fell straight in my arms