Singing hymns on roads and pavements Hungry Jims, no one saves them Walkin' north, talkin' south With firm intention I don't know what I'm talkin' about
(Yee-haw) Lil' Wyte's the name, there ain't a day pass That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game And turns a somersault to a double They hating
You are a step in the right direction You are a step forward for me You are a step in the right direction You are a step forward for me We blow hot and
I remember Dad and I Stopped the car one rainy night To help a stranger fix a flat And get on his way And I said, ?Daddy ,do you know that man Was he
is there a way to get away from the worst of it all to consume my fall i keep runnin' away but i'm going nowhere just hiding myself i can feel them stare
Bang, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Tell me, tell me Tell me an emotional Motional, emotional Emotional squalor, squalor Squalor spit, spit Squalor
I got the right street, but the wrong direction Help me find the way to your affection I'm on the right train but the wrong track Come on boy help me
I want something more than all my possessions Something I wanna share with everybody else It will be brilliant both to elderly and children And be different
Direction, I lost my way Away from this mess I've made Help me out, I need a friend To set me straight, to start again Direction, out of here Decisions
poi trovare un'latra direzione ho voglia di emozioni nuove, la giusta dimensione per ritrovare un po di ossigeno ...e sono qui in bilico tra fermarmi o
Older people I looked up to now just seem so lame Their idealism is gone just like "the old days" Burnt out and jaded, their old spirit faded I hope that
a sullen figure walks along a dusty road, his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load, he left his people and simple life behind, he raised his torso
Singing hymns on road and pavements. Hungry Jims, no one saves them. Walkin' north, talkin' south With firm intention. And I don't know what I'm talking
Jesus knows all about our struggles Nobody like Him, Nobody like Jesus (x4) No one (x16) Let me tell you... There's not a friend like the lowly
Come neighbor, get ready to dance for your bread My son, I was once where you stand There's a beast with insatiable hunger It's minions need crafters
(by The Beatles) Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love. Love, Love, Love. There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't
(by Kelly Clarkson) Guess this means you're sorry You're standing at my door Guess this means you take back All you said before Like how much you wanted
I was her, she was me We were one We were free If there's somebody calling me on She's the one We were young We were wrong We were fine, all alone
