Red hot, jet black top Sunset in your eyes Rock 'n' roll on the radio Keepin' perfect time With the hum of the engine Girl everythin's fixin' up right There ain't nothin' left to do On a small town Friday night So let's try What you say we gas up Heavy on the hammer Let the horses run Baby turn the track up Then it makes us feel The way that Springsteen does Yeah, a little born in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't nothin' spark a flame in two hearts Like guitars and gasoline You got the shotgun dance show I got that console layin' The way you keep gettin' closer It's hard to keep it in between The white and the yellow Girl I say let's blow right past That welcome sign to the county line And never look back What you say we gas up Heavy on the hammer Let the horses run Baby turn the track up Then it makes us feel The way that Springsteen does Yeah, a little born in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't nothin' spark a flame in two hearts Like guitars and gasoline Fast cars and bendin' strings What you say we gas up Flyin' like a bullet shot out of a gun Baby turn the track up Then it makes us feel The way that Springsteen does Yeah, a little born in the USA In the middle of a wide open two-lane Can't nothin' spark a flame in two hearts Like guitars and gasoline Like guitars and gasoline

Tired of my beeper, tired of my phone Tired of this tired old tie I got on Sick of this traffic jam that I'm in, We all get sick of it all now and then. When I've had it up to here I go down there. To guitars, and tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love. I feel like a fish jerked out of the sea, Or a bird in a cage that's never seen a key, Sick of this grind and I think that I ought To bring this grind to a grinding hault. Now I've had it up to here let's go down there. To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love. Now I've had it up to here let's go down there. To guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love, Mangos and marley you know, fit me like a glove. Sixth gear with nowhere to steer when enough is enough, It's guitars, tiki bars, and a whole lotta love...

When the moon on a cloud cast night Shine above the tree top's height You sang me of some distant past That made my heart beat strong and fast Now I know I'm home at last You offered me an eagle's wing That to the sun I might soar and sing And if I heard the owl's cry Into the forest I would fly In its darkness find you by So, our love's not a simple thing Nor our truths unwavering Like the moon's pull on the tide Our fingers touch our hearts collide I'll be a moon's breath from your side I'll be a moon's breath from your side I'll be a moon's breath from your side

I wish I was in Carrighfergus Only for nights in Ballygrant I would swim over the deepest ocean Only for nights in Ballygrant But the sea is wide, and I can't get over And neither have I wings to fly Or if I could find me a handsome boatsman To ferry me over to my love and die Now in Kilkenny, it is reported They've marble stones there, as black as ink With gold and silver, I would transport her But I'll sing no more now, 'til I get a drink I'm drunk today, but then I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Oh-oh, but I am sick now, my days are over Come all you young lads, and lay me down I wish I was in Carrighfergus Only for nights in Ballygran

This glancing life is like a morning star A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm A dancing dream of all eternity The sand was shimmering in the morning light And dancing off the dunes so far away The night held music so sweet, so long And there we lay until the break of day We woke that morning at the onward call Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full The sun was rising in the eastern sky Just as we set out to the desert's cry Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you The tents grew smaller as we rode away On earth that tells of many passing days The months of peace and all the years of war The lives of love and all the lives of fears Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you We crossed the river beds all etched in stone And up the mighty mountains ever known Beyond the valleys in the searing heat Until we reached the caravanserai Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you What is this life that pulls me far away? What is that home where we cannot reside? What is that quest that pulls me onward? My heart is full when you are by my side Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you Calling, yearning, pulling, home to you

White are the far-off plains And white the fading forests grow The wind dies out amongst the tides And denser still the snow A gathering weight on roof and tree Falls down scarce audibly The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound Like some soft minister of dreams The snowfall hoods me around In wood and water, earth and air A silence is everywhere Save when at lonely spells Some farmer's sleigh is urged on With rustling runner and sharp bells Swings by me and is gone Or from the empty waste I hear A sound remote and clear The barking of a dog To cattle, is sharply pued Borne, echoing from some wayside stall Or barnyard far afield Then all is silent and the snow Falls settling soft and slow The evening deepens and the grey Folds closer Earth to sky The world seems shrouded, so far away Its noises sleep, and I As secret as yon buried stream Plod dumbly on and dream And dream And dream I dream And I dream