1.Mastermind
Lyricist：Matthew P Burr, Bryan Dondero, Grace Potter, Scott Tournet
Can you believe in something
Bigger than what you left behind？
Like a balloon on a long string
The recipe for the mastermind
One part sugar, two parts feeling
Three cups full of bottled lightening
Four parts water, five parts believing
Mix it all together and you put both feet in
Can you rely on your own two hands
To cut you free from all that made you blind？
One in a million would be given this change
It's the recipe for the mastermind
One part sugar, two parts feeling
Three cups full of bottled lightening
Four parts water, five parts believing
And you mix it all together and put both feet in
Oh, won't you be my mastermind？
Oh, won't you be my mastermind？
I said I wanna feed you and make you shine
Oh, won't you be my mastermind, hey？
One part sugar, two parts feeling
Three cups full of bottled lightening
Four parts of water, five parts believing
Mix it all together, mix it all together
And you put both feet in
2.Big White Gate
Lyricist：Matt Burr, Bryan Dondero, Grace Potter, Scott Tournet
My body's aching from laying in this bed
I went singing in the rain and the cold got to my head
I don't know who's paying I just know what the doctor said
84 years of a sinning life and in the morning I'll be dead, oh
yeah
I had three daughters, a new man for every one
And the only man that I ever loved left me with my only son
I was a no good mother, I was a no good wife
There's only one thing that I did right in this godforsaken life
So, St. Peter won't you open up the big white gate？
'Cause I heard about forgiveness and I hope it ain't too late
No, I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your King
That all the folks up in Heaven might like to hear me sing
I sang to my children before they strayed so far
I sang for my lovers or a nickel in a tip jar
I never knew Jesus, I never read the good book
But on my day of dying I'm giving life a second look
Oh, St. Peter won't you open up the big white gate？
'Cause I heard about forgiveness and I hope it ain't too late
No, I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your King
That all the folks up in Heaven might like to hear me sing, yes
they would
It's coming on time now and my body's getting cold
I've got no will, I've got no prayer, my story's all been told
I'm ready for the land of fire but I'd love to see the land of
gold
So, nurse bring me my guitar, one more song before I go
Oh, St. Peter won't you open up the big white gate？
Cause I heard about forgiveness and I'm hoping that it ain't too
late
No, I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your King
That all the folks up in Heaven might like to hear me sing
Oh, the folks up in Heaven might like to hear me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
3.Mr. Columbus
Lyricist：Matthew P Burr, Bryan Dondero, Grace Potter, Scott Tournet
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up Mr. Columbus, Mr. Columbus
Get up, get up, get up
Get up, you gotta help us, you gotta help us
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
'Cause there ain't no way around it, no way around it
Let's go, let's go, let's go
I, I think we've found it, I think we've found it
I think we've found
We found the edge of the world
The edge of the world
We found the edge of the world
The edge of the world
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
We'll think of something, we'll think of something
Just step up, step up, step right up
Come on and jump in, come on and jump in
I know, I know, I know, I know
Just what you're scared of, just what you're scared of
You just, you just, you just
You need a little good shove, you need a good shove
You need a shove
Over the edge of the world
The edge of the world
Over the edge of the world
The edge of the world
When you run right into something
They said you'd never find
You gotta ask yourself if this ain't
All inside your mind
But I see it and I believe it
This ain't no great divide
So me and Mr. Columbus
Are going, going to the other side
We found the edge of the world
The edge of the world
We found the edge of the world
The edge of the world
We found the edge of the world
The edge of the world
We found the edge of the world
The edge of the world
Mr. Columbus, Mr. Columbus
Mr. Columbus, Mr. Columbus
4.Lose Some Time
Lyricist：Matthew P Burr, Bryan Dondero, Grace Potter, Scott Tournet
You've got a baby pretty as a creole queen
And my old man's got eyes of blue and green
But you took me dancing when our lovers weren't around
You called it losing time in the in between, oh, oh, oh
It could be all the booze we drank in Austin
It could be we're just scared of growing old
Could be, this ain't no way of living
But there ain't nothing like that rock 'n' roll
And when that light shines on you, baby
You know it soothes my soul
And finding time to lose with you
Is water in the dust bowl
I got arms to hold me every night
But I'm still sleeping with a ghost
And your kisses are so sweet and slow
It feels alright as long as they don't know
We rolled out of a hotel room in Georgia
Just in time to say a quick goodbye
But you don't even look over your shoulder
You're thinking how you'll look your baby in the eye
When that light shines on you, baby
You know it soothes my soul
And finding time to lose with you
Is water in the dust bowl
And I got arms to hold me every night
But I'm still sleeping with a ghost
And your kisses are so sweet and slow
It feels alright as long as nobody knows
Sweet like sugarcane
Slow like a midnight train
You like to call me every now and then
And I just can't wait to lose some time again
Lose some time again
Oh, 'cause when that light shines on you, baby
You know it soothes my soul
And finding time to lose with you
Is water in the dust bowl
And I got arms to hold me every night
But I'm still sleeping with your ghost
Because your kisses are so sweet and slow
It feels alright as long as nobody knows, nobody knows
5.Stop The Bus
Lyricist：Matt Burr, Bryan Dondero, Grace Potter, Scott Tournet
We've been driving since the winter
The destination doesn't change
You know I can still remember
The day you asked me for my name
You are the rock on the riverbed
Growing smoother every year
You are the voice inside my head
I can't believe that you got me here, hey
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, hey, hey
You give me something to remember
Each time you look into my eyes
You see through my trouble and my temper
And you call me out on every lie, yeah
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, yeah
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, yeah
Why don't you
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar that you see？
Oh, get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you're sleeping next to me, next to me, yeah, hey, hey
Hey, hey
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