When you ring a bell, it can't be unrung I can't sit around at home where I don't belong So we packed up the van, just like the old days playing the same old songs Taking I-10 west into the setting sun And we're back on the road South bound, trying to get away from the cold Barely making the show
After last night baby I can guarantee The jaws of hell are here to welcome me But if you give us a shot turn up the music, we're a sight to see At the end of the day baby we're all you need Wеll, now I'm feeling alright Downtown, it's good to be back on the east sidе And baby when they dim the lights
We're playing favorites tonight Playing on Monday We're playing favorites tonight Playing on Tuesday We're playing favorites tonight Playing on Wednesday We're playing favorites tonight Thursday (Thursday) Friday (Friday) Saturday into the sun
Somebody's off to the side Looks right, god it's been such a long time Since we laughed so hard that we cried
We're playing favorites tonight Playing on Monday We're playing favorites tonight Playing on Tuesday We're playing favorites tonight Playing on Wednesday We're playing favorites tonight Thursday (Thursday) Friday (Friday) Saturday into the sun
Compositores: Hart Seely (Sheer Mag), Kyle Seely (Sheer Mag), Matthew Palmer (Sheer Mag), Christina Marie Halladay ECAD: Obra #41959462