(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) Well I can't stop my hands from shaking, when you call me and you want to meet And I get to the corner an hour before
No Sleepin' She Waits Tables Late Tryin' To Stay Tough Never Ending However Long She Waits It's Just Not Enough He's Sleeping Late No Word Come Round
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James, M. Hudson) I count the headlights on the highway spinning 'round Until the sparkle blurs my eyes I want to run until
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) Hey! Someone get the doctor, gypsy woman weave your magic spell Shaman do your rain dance, looks like Mother Earth
What is this thing pullin' at my heart, how does she keep from fallin' apart What do we have when things get rough, I heard the word, it's nothing but
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James, J. Lomenzo) Hah hah, be careful now Oooh Lucy would swear she made a deal with the devil I don't know but it might
Starin' out the window Like I'm waiting for a change As if I'd stare long enough I'd see it when it came I used the book of numbers By the silent telephone
Play the game of indecision Come what may, she knows it isn't just His voice on the line One final time she hears thunder Precious lies when she played
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) Had to write this letter to you, 'cause this emptiness won't go away Every day I shoot for something, sometimes I
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) There's an old pair of sneakers dangling from a wire And my old rusty engine is in need of some brand new tires And
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) Johnny too bad now, don'tcha know As he pushed that old Chevy down to Mexico Thought he'd give Vera Cruz a whirl
Chorus: Stand up, get down, won't you lay your body down Kick back, hand jive, sure beats workin' for a livin' Stand up, get down, won't you lay your
By Tyketto (Music For Nations, 1994) B-side of the "The End Of The Summer Days" single Written by Danny Vaughn, Michael Clayton, Brooke St.James and
Ooh, come on! Out of love, in time I've been shoved down Spinning 'round in circles, left me upside down Turned my heart to stone, a rock don't bleed
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) I must have stood on that runway for hours I must have watched a hundred planes fade away I said good-bye to every
(D. Vaughn, M. Clayton, B. St.James) Lord gimme strength tonight! School boy barely seventeen He's got to play it tough, he's got to play it mean Locked
Sticky sweet said, won't you come with me, I did not dare refuse her company She don't dance, she can't count, we got nothing to talk about There was
I was lookin' out on dry land, no intentions, I didn't have no plans That's when I knew, no doubt, I had hit bottom and I was getting out No more people
