Mighty Wings (From "Top Gun" Original Soundtrack) - Cheap Trick

Turn around to see you in a crowded place I watch for the emotions on a guarded face Saying, "Lead me on" Victim of a dream and a memory But when I try to break free, you say to me "C'mon, lead me on" A matter out of time in the reaches of space Caught up in the patterns in the light of a life Walk across the bridge to the shadows of the night Saying, "Lead me on" (Lead me on) Lead me on (On, on) Lead me on (Lead me on) On and on (On, on) Lead me on Voices in the night chase the demons away Looking in the mirror, it's easy to say "Lead me on" The choices of a lifetime in the dreams of a day When the coast is gettin' clearer, I hear you say "Come on and lead me on" A matter out of time and the look on your face Caught up in the patterns in the light of a life Walk across the bridge to the shadows of the night Saying, "Lead me on" (Lead me on) Lead me on (On, on) Lead me on (Lead me on) On and on (On, on) Lead me on Talk to me of lightning, I'll hear what you say, my love (Hear the words you say) Reaching for the meaning all of the way I can keep believing in you and me, my love (You and me, my love) Oh, finding the answers that we need Sometimes it's meant to be, oh, lead me on (Lead me on) Turn around to see you in a crowded place I watch for the emotions as they cross your face Saying, "Lead me on" I see you in a dream and a memory A captive of the light, you say to me "Come on and lead me on" (Lead me on) Come on and lead me on (On, on and on) Come on and lead me on (Lead me on) Lead me on (On, on and on) Lead me on (Lead me on) Lead me on (On, on and on) Come on and lead me on (Lead me on)

I put my feet to the ground I took my chance but started running out Of what I thought I would keep Some type of normalcy The walls I built in-between (Grow higher) I thought handled it clean Turns out it's not what it seems Nobody cares what it means (I figured out) Right back on the broken track I don't wanna be alone Waiting for my time to go Sink down, all around it's the will I lack Waiting for myself to see It's harder than I thought it'd be Make a list There's a lot of things I don't want to miss In-between All that goes unseen It's for the best I guess That's a lie to me Caught inside a mess I don't want It's become routine I put the pieces in place But once again I'll make the same mistakes Forcing down the things I always wanna say For the sake of comfortability But what's the point of all that comfort brings When you don't understand it's a plan to only try not keep Chased down, all around, got me still attached More than I would even know, more than I would like to show Lose track, I relapse, it's control I lack I don't wanna be without it anymore, I just want it back Make a list There's a lot of things I don't want to miss In-between All that goes unseen It's for the best I guess That's a lie to me Caught inside a mess I don't want It's become routine It's probably for the best, I give this all a rest Go take some time, to try and clear my mind It's probably for the best, I give this all a rest Go take some time, to try and clear my fucking mind

Miami Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Half step pussy ass nigga Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one with me I got my big gun wit' me, don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin' fool And I don't like your attitude You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, bitch ass, nigga Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin' I'll fuck around and kill ya Get on your mark, get set, you ready, yo If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go First scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy Got shit you niggas ain't seen before Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Ying Yang and the T-Double-D We, in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker And our nigga wit' a Miami boy And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think I'm playin' then ask my brother You still don't believe me then ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play with my gun Have fun with my gun, have sex with my gun And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun 'Cause I ain't finna get ya ass tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time, yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "He can't get up!" Damn, he fell and he can't get up Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) You a soft (mo'fucker), kind of gay (mo'fucker) If you mad 'cause you like you never had (mo'fucker) Fuck yo' (ass mo'fucker), that's the past (mo'fucker) And I know the fact make ya mad (mo'fucker) It is, what I thought nigga think it ain't For real, you lame and we off the chain And the T-Double-D, we bolo Fuck hoes, niggas ride by my Dolo Get the keys to my car and I jump in Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen Get drunk and I'm off in the wind Lookin' for a itty-bitty pretty that could hold a sin We smokin' and ridin' Don't tell nobody, be quiet Might cut it lil' butt it Can't let this shit get done Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh my God, from the south to the bottom Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass Collipark Music Incorporated This that next level right here, it's that crunk party All these nigga doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga Be original with it Hey man, who really run the south?