Тексты песен «Jason Greeley»

Sometimes you get a little lost get a little tossed Get a little off course, on this crazy spinning rock Sometimes your lose the race fall on your face Can't find your place well that's alright Your gonna get it back...

I've got dreams I'm chasing Yeah some would say my life I'm wasting But all the right and wrong roads I've takin Got me to where I am and made me my own man Chorus You can knock me down but I'll get back up At the end...

Waking up in a hurricane I see my life in a different way And realize I'm running outta time Look out my window down the same old street Monday morning starring back at me This town's gonna bury me alive Chorus I...

Well there ain't much to in this east coast town Ride the train to Manhattan take a look around You see a million faces they all look the same So we left home bound for Tennessee Gonna make a better life for my family...

Always in a hurry Tryin' to do a million things at once Pleasing everybody is easier said than done Steering with my knees drinking coffee Making calls on a cell phone Didn't see the red light or the eighteen wheeler on...

We've been surviving nine to fiving Lately I've been thinking what's it matter climbing that ladder All it gets ya is gold watch and a pension A few more wrinkles and a whole lot of grey Chorus Pack up your stuff...

A beautiful silence falling all around You got that pretty little smile and my favorite t-shirt on How can this life get any sweeter slow dancing by the fire Hey baby that's our song Hold me close and close your eyes...

It's 4am I'm stuck inside Of this hotel room With my foolish pride I yelled at you you screamed at me We both said some awful things we didn't mean If I could take it back I would But what's done is done And now life...

I see you sitting there trying to find a reason just to justify the tension comin on We can go there if you want to but baby we don't have to I gotta a better idea if you want Instead of wastin a perfectly good evening...

Usually I get fighting mad When I'm late for work and the traffic's bad Usually I would cuss that man for cutting in my lane Usually I just can't resist the urge to scream and shake my fist Usually it just wrecks my day...

Sitting here with you tonight Looking through these crying eyes You and I both realize it's over There's nothing left fighting for We can't do this anymore The bags are packed there by the door it's over Chorus Cause...

He gets up at the break of dawn Wipes his eyes put the coffee on It's time to hit the road He was proud and he was strong Never complained just moving on He would turn to me and say Chorus Son you gotta do what you...