The prairies were calling
We struck out from the coast
I miss my island, my brother
Miss my mother the most
I drank with lovers, with sinners
Treated everyone kind
But not once was the winner
Caller number 9
I know my life sure got dirty
And I worried you to death
But I knew I was loved
And that's everything
When nothing is left...
In the morning, if it's storming and grey
I'll roll in with the clouds
I'll run with the rain
Turn your face to the heavens
I will touch you again
Listen close to the wind
I'll try to whisper your name
I know you still love me
So I'll show you a sign
You're gonna hear me in the thunder
Watch for me in the lightning that night
No one ever dies
We just become what we like
Mama, everything is nice
It's the next part of life
No one ever dies
We go back into the stars
We are more than what we are
It's the next part of life
I feel like I annoy people with my love for this band. But if it wasn’t the baddest rock n roll in the world I wouldn’t say it was. Did it once again. Keepin this ole rock n rollers heart happy and hopeful. Front to backer yet again jakesill