"Millions" lyrics

"Millions"

Love is a road and I'm going down
Love is a road and I'm going down
Yeah, I hope you'll be there
Millions or more out among the crowd
How will I, how will I find you now?

Yeah, I hope you'll be there
Yeah, I hope you'll be there
Yeah, I hope you'll be there

Oh, sweet life's a joke
Color leaves your face now
And all that you had hoped
It gently slips away now
Well it comes and goes but mostly, yeah

Millions have called you a thundercat
Yeah I call my shot with a broken back
Hoping you'll be there
Love is a road and there's truth to that
Follow it blind and it always gives back

Oh, baby, be there
Yeah, I hope you'll be there
Yeah, I hope you'll be there

Oh, sweet life's a joke
Color leaves your face now
And all that you had hoped
It gently slips away now
Sure, it comes and goes but mostly

Yeah, I hope you'll be there
Yeah, I know you'll be there

Oh sweet life's a joke
Yeah, color leaves your face now
And all that you had hoped
It gently slips away now

Oh, it's more that I can take
But you take it with a big smile
Yeah, maybe I should go
But you tell me to stay a while

And take your time
As you go
As you go
Oh, yeah, as you go
As you go


Writer(s): Meier Steven Taylor
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