Power On - Brian Tyler

I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong I thought I'd never found my place, but I was wrong Where I least wanted to look, it came along I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong I thought it mattered more I'd say it, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome I was wrong, power on, power on Have you ever coexisted (power on) So easily? Let's go home and talk shit about everyone Let's go home, finally Will the waters ever still That's what I want And with every inhalation, I'm further up 'Til I can only see the outline of the storm From space, I can see that I was wrong Power on, power on Power on Power on Power on I thought I'd always have my way to come along I thought the table'd still be laid But you were strong (you were strong) I thought that I could hide my face, but I was wrong And where I least want you to look You carry on, carry on I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong I thought it mattered more I'd say it, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome I was wrong, power on, power on Have you ever coexisted (power on) So easily? (Power on) Let's go home and talk shit about everyone (power on) Let's go home, finally Drop the pen on the mood that you're in Drop the pen on the mood that you're in Drop the pen on the mood that you're in Drop the pen on the mood that you're in If it feels like a home Power on, power on If it feels like a home Power on, power on, power on If it feels like a home Power on, power on, power on Power, power on Power on, power on, power on If it feels like a home Power on

And she runs through her days With a smile on her face And she runs, and she waits And I wait We can drive to anyplace Day and night to cross the state, And in the morning, into Mexico We will wake up Mmmm, we will wake up, We will, yeah I will be with her yeah Yeah I find a window in the kitchen, and I let myself in Rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer I can't believe I'm really here, and she's lying in that bed I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath I stumble in the hallway, outside her bedroom door I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice She pulls her covers tighter, I press against the door I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her yeah I will be with her yeah

Round' here lately it's been rough Too much heartbreak not enough love I've been doubtin' if I'll ever find myself again And I worry I won't ever be enough Oooh I've been searching for the truth And then I tell myself Whatever don't kill makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Aw yeah I've been beat up black and blue I've been broke a time or two I've had nothing left to lose But then my faith pulled me through No more searching for the truth And now I tell myself Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough We fall down we get up It's how we do it where we from We got us we got love We tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough Can't tap out when the times gets rough I know it ain't easy but the only way that we get stronger Is get a little burnt yeah take a little fall Hurts like hell when you're goin' through it all Get knocked down but we get back up Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough Whatever don't kill you makes you tough tough We tough we tough

In a small corner bar he sits there a'drinkin' Lost as a ball in a field full of corn Further away than he ever imagined That he'd ever end up from the place he was born Now no more forlorn has a Creeker drank whiskey Than the one that you see out the side of your eye Drinkin' alone as he looks out the window At all of the strangers on the corner outside And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Now they knew not his name and he knew not their faces And he knew not the how nor the reason for why You could ever wake up and wanna keep on a'livin' In a place where a friend was such a hard thing to find And for e'ryone ya meet there's a whole mess of people Tryin' like hell to pull you on down To the level they're on and the trouble they're tendin' In the mess that they've made in the gutter they found And he'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When he was a kid, Lord he'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down Some fellas do drugs and things of that nature Some fellas chase girls to hang on their arm Some fellas get by on practically nothin' Some fellas get pissed in a small corner bar And they'd rather be dead than alive one more minute In this Godforsaken town When they were all kids, Lord they'd never a'dreamt it All the ways that the city can bring a country boy down

Works the nightshift at the depot With a pistol and a light And he guards them rustin' missiles Countin' whitetail to pass the time And he's worked there for a long while Since he came home from overseas Helping Kilcorn, fight the good fight And bring Baghdad to it's knees And it was hotter than the mountain But it weren't so ya couldn't stand And it weren't so much the heatwave Nearly as much as all the sand Now his daddy he's a log man With a good leg and fake That he got off of a buddy And a shit shot that he made And he worked them hands to splinters And he raised them youngins right On a little bit of scripture And an acreage of paradise And he'd go out on a weekend And he'd play like Clarence White If Clarence had a real job And picked the guitar when there was time Keeps a trap line in the winter Keeps a line wet in the spring On a lock wall fishin' muskie With his eldest and Steve And they swapped tales about their raisin' And they tell the awfullest lies And they go home when they've a notion And the muskie quit to bitin'