| Lyrics | Song |
| My baby's riding shotgun singing just a little off key, the feet on the dashboard, tapping out the backbeat | |
| There's a wild, wild whisper blowing in the wind | |
| Nothing more to say, nothing left to break | |
| This world keeps spinning faster, into a new disaster | |
| On the floor, in the stands, tonight we're all in the band | |
| It takes every breath, leaves every scar, speaks through your soul, and sings to your heart | |
| Your lips keep trying to speak, but you just can't find the words | |
| Yeah I'm ready to feel now, no longer am I scared of the fall down | |
| Just like driving on an open highway, never knowing what you're gonna find | |
| For me you'll always be eighteen, and beautiful | |
| Here we go again, sitting on the edge of leaving | |
| I see a light, a little grace, a little faith unfurl | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
| I saw a cajun man with a red guitar singing on the side of the street | |
| Some people search the whole world over just to find a love that's even half as true | |
| Just a shot in the dark that you just might, be the one I've been waiting for my whole life | |
| Happy ever after, after all this time | |
| Wish I didn't have this heart, then I wouldn't know the sting of the rain | |
| She's no good for me, I know that she's a wild flower | |
| Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor | |
| My heart was open, exposed and open, for you to lay it on the line | |
| If grease is the soul of the kitchen, and coffee the drink of the gods | |
| I felt the world was ours for the taking, when I fell into your eyes | |
| I don't wanna be another chore to check off on your list of things you gotta do and places that you gotta go | |
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