big shot money has my numbers black
last time i was driving fast 
you kicked my seat from the back
watch you house go to blurs
as we're speeding fastest

followed by smiles
how ya been
thats my hand
draw me in
i'm over there
watching you win



Galloping Across The Room

Goodbye Old Paint i'm leaving Cheyenne
Old Paint's a good pony
she pays us when she can
Goodbye Old Paint i'm leaving Cheyenne 

Old Paint

all that 
i was then
over my shoulder, i saw that winding
up beyond all my room
my space
i wanted my baby back
i want my baby back

last night i was you
under the covers
i shook as i touched you
i didn't know my name
i stood right out
i was understood

my head was tilting over
to you
i was trying to get a better view of you
i just want to get a better view of you

Bad Voltage

i'll be your kick
like you know me 
i like i know your type
you're gold
i know what i am for
i am bored

i watched you climb right out of my mind
you watched me try to keep you 
right there
right by my side

i'll be your touch
hand
i'll be your hand
to touch
i know i can be much more than i can touch

i watched you climb the rocks outside
you watched me try to clear out my eyes
you watched me try it on for size

some of these days i wake in a daze
without you
i can't kiss you

Rocky Bo