The actor prepares
He wants what he wants
But he can barely pronounce it
Shots of tequila to keep
The imagination from running dry
Let's play pretend
As a pretty pair of stars
With a pretty pair of cars
And whatever else is ours
The Good Life feels like
July Fourth, New York
Two Cowboys, Twin Dimes
Smack That 3 (Three) Times
Unbroken lines
Right to the heart
And back to the instruments
Dueños de nuestros fantasias
The closer we get
We remember when it wasn't always like this
I just want you to know
You're my favorite
Hands On Hands On
Hands Up Hands Up
Whatever life is
We'll cross it together
Just don't let me slow down
Let's take what we want
And blow smoke at the rest
Tombstone reads WE DID IT OUR WAY