Live recording. "We're Not There Yet".
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Tastes Like Fire
02:41
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I'm a runaway girl from way back when,
Take a gravel road just to see where it ends,
Now my headlight's broke and the moon is dim,
I'm not going back where I been.
I don't have handcuffs on my wrists,
Got no reason to resist,
So pour mine straight up with a twist,
It's been a long time since I felt like this.
CHORUS:
Freedom tastes like fire,
A double-shot, runnin; down my chin,
Fill my glass up higher,
Rub some on my skin,
Freedom tastes so good again.
Jack be nimble, don't be slow,
The candle wick is burning low,
We'll leave this smoke-filled place and go
into the wild blue yonder of the great unknown.
I'm not waiting for the wind to shift
or for the trainman to throw the switch,
I just need your goodbye kiss,
Burn some sugar on my lips.
CHORUS
I'll eat bread and water on the dessert sand,
Maybe grow a little somethin' on an acre of land,
Anything sound better than
that can of worms all over again.
CHORUS
Freedom -- it tastes so good again.
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2. |
Watching The Day Go By
03:04
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Watching the day go by,
Watching the day go by,
When the moon's on the rise and stars fill the skies,
Tomorrow's gonna shine.
Wave goodbye to the sunset,
Shake the sand from your shoes,
Pack up your bag,
The colors you have
Are all going home with you.
Watching the day go by,
Watching the day go by,
When the moon's on the rise and stars fill the skies,
Tomorrow's gonna shine.
Climb way up high in your treehouse,
It's just an empty nest,
Your house in the sky
Will give you some time
To think about what comes next.
Watching the day go by,
Watching the day go by,
When the moon's on the rise and stars fill the skies,
Tomorrow's gonna shine.
Throw the reins and just sit back,
We're on a long, uphill ride,
There'll be fresh horses waiting for us
On the other side.
There's a place called tomorrow,
We're gonna get there in time,
You and I
We're gonna shine
Watching the day go by.
We're gonna shine,
We're gonna shine,
We're gonna shine.
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I'm like a stoplight that you see ahead,
A flicker of green comin' off a long red,
My tires are worn down,
My battery's dead,
I'm outta here but I'm not there yet.
I quit the circus -- I was a traveling act,
Been toein' the line like an acrobat,
When you're up real high,
They can't see you sweat,
I'm outta there but I'm nowhere yet.
I look in the mirror wondering when I will be,
Anything more than this,
Anything less than me.
You can do want to or you can do what you're told,
You can it and watch the rain turn into snow,
Let's take what we got
And see how far we can get,
We're outta here but we're not there yet.
I stare out the window wondering if you're thinking about me
and the things that we used to do,
whatever that used to be...
I'm like a stoplight that you see ahead,
A flicker of green comin' off a long red,
My tires are worn down,
My battery's dead,
I'm outta here but I'm not there yet.
We're outta here but we're not there yet.
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