Male humming

Good days, might
Come and go
But there’s always something better Right here
When you’re feeling low
Maybe we can get together
I don’t know

It’s always hard,
To watch you go,
But I know you like me better
When you’re on your own
When your alone
But I’ll be right here in the meantime

I wanna go with you
I want some slow kissing yeah
I wanna go with you
I wanna be next to you

Bad days,
Incline, running
Out the clock is a waste of
time, If your ceiling’s high
I’ll spend a little more than a little while
If you don’t mind
We can get together
In the meantime

I wanna go with you
I want some slow kissing yeah I wanna go with you
I wanna be next to you
Ooh ooh ooh

Whatever you might think of me
I’m always here for you
No matter what you might believe

I want the best for you
Everyone needs a break from time to time
Something to give something to fall into line
Something to go your way

I hope it goes your way
A little luck a little faith a little help
I wish you everything you been wishing for yourself
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed

That two-dollar lotto ticket, just might be the key
Might be the answer to your prayers
Might not be all it’s cracked up to be

Take a good look around you every now and then
Make the time for your family and your friends
The ones who are there for you
Are always there for you

A little luck, A little faith a little help
I wish you everything you been wishing for yourself
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed

Don’t be too proud to reach out and take my hand
You’d only do the dame for me
You don’t have to face the big bad wolf on your own
You don’t have to be Hercules
A little luck, A little faith a little help
I wish you everything you been wishing for yourself
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed

IDLE HOURVERSE
There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
CHORUS
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

VERSE
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

CHORUS
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home