ਹੋ, ਜਿੰਦ ਮਾਹੀ, ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ ਜਿੰਦ ਮਾਹੀ, ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ, ਤੂੰ ਮੇਰਾ ਵੇ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਲਾ ਲਈ, ਓਏ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਲਾ ਲੈ ਜਾ ਕੇ ਡੇਰਾ ਵੇ ਛੇਤੀ ਪਾ ਵਤਨਾਂ ਛੇਤੀ ਪਾ ਵਤਨਾਂ ਵੱਲ ਫ਼ੇਰਾ ਵੇ ਹੁਣ ਜੀ ਨਹੀਓਂ ਲੱਗਦਾ ਵੇ ਹੁਣ ਜੀ ਨਹੀਓਂ ਲੱਗਦਾ ਮੇਰਾ ਹੋ, ਜਿੰਦ ਮਾਹੀ, ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ ਜਿੰਦ ਮਾਹੀ, ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੀ, ਤੂੰ ਮੇਰਾ ਵੇ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਲਾ ਲਈ, ਓਏ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਲਾ ਲੈ ਜਾ ਕੇ ਡੇਰਾ ਵੇ ਛੇਤੀ ਪਾ ਵਤਨਾਂ ਛੇਤੀ ਪਾ ਵਤਨਾਂ ਵੱਲ ਫ਼ੇਰਾ ਵੇ ਹੁਣ ਜੀ ਨਹੀਓਂ ਲੱਗਦਾ ਵੇ ਹੁਣ ਜੀ ਨਹੀਓਂ ਲੱਗਦਾ ਮੇਰਾ

I found a line and then it grew I found myself still thinking of you I felt so empty and now I'm fine But still it's burning, when will you be mine Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for us to walk away from here Stories in our lives, we keep them all inside Stories in our lives, we keep them all inside Look at me, still in your mind Our memories, so intertwined Well you broke through, you found your way And so did I, no need to stay In the same old picture, tried and true We've been through that, let's look for something new Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for us to walk away from here Do you remember lying on the beach so late at night? Do you remember running through the sprinklers that night? Do you remember all the songs that I have wrote for you? All the songs that I have wrote for you For you I remember the way you made me feel when I was with you I remember the smile that always brought me back to you That look in your eyes I never thought that this could be untrue That look in your eyes I never thought that this could be untrue Untrue Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for change, don't you? Too much of the same stories in our lives I think it's time for us to walk away from here

Who will buy a glad story That a young man has to sell? Come into my house of glory And I will treat you well. Who will buy a sad story That a widow has to sell? Come into my house of lonely And I will treat you well. Young and old, we all have stories That we all must try to sell Tales of how you get to heaven And how we been through hell Who will buy a perfumed story That a young girl has to sell? Sleep with me on satin pillows And I will treat you well.