I Have To Thank My Mother For

The Piano Sounds Like A Carnival And The Microphone Smells Like A Beer. And They Sit At The Bar And Put Bread In My Jar And Say, Man, What Are You Doing Here?

In Every Heart There Is A Room, A Sanctuary Safe And Strong, To Heal The Wounds From Lovers Past, Until A New One Comes Along... So I Would Choose To Be With You. That's If The Choice Were Mine To Make. But You Can Make Decisions Too. And You Can Have This Heart To Break. And So It Goes, And So It Goes. And You're The Only One Who Knows.

Though You Can See When You're Wrong, You Know You Can't Always See When You're Right.

I've Lived Long Enough To Have Learned, The Closer You Get To The Fire, The More You Get Burned.

So I Would Choose To Be With You, That's If The Choice Were Mine To Make, But You Can Make Decisions Too, And You Can Have This Heart To Break