Lyrics: Grace Is Gone Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews   Neon shines through smokey eyes tonight It’s 2 A.M., I’m drunk again And it’s heavy on my mind I could never love again So much as I love you…

Lyrics: Kit Kat Jam Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews Band   Hey, golden girl, with your hair swinging down All of this love you have going round What will you do when the gold turns to grey? Have you…

Lyrics: Where Are You Going Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews   Where are you going With your long face pulling down, don’t hide away Like an ocean that you can’t see but you can smell And the sound of…

Lyrics: You Never Know Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews   Sitting still as stone watching – watching People walking by you wondering why No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it – if they ever did What…

Lyrics: Big Eyed Fish Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews Band   Story of a man, Who decided not to breathe. Turned red, purple, then blue. Colorful indeed. No matter how his friends begged, Well, he would not concede, And…

Lyrics: Bartender Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews Band   And if I go, before I’m oldOh brother of mine, please don’t forget me if I goAnd if I die, before my timeOh sweet sister of mine, do not regret…

Lyrics: Grey Street Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews Band   Oh, just sitting while she listensShe says I don’t need this placeIt seems a million years she’s stuck hereBut says nothing of what she thinks She thinks, "Hey,How did…

Lyrics: Busted Stuff Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews Band   Haha, look at that girl Woman… Not enough, never too much The woman look just like love Rolling stone gathers no moss But leave a trail of busted stuff…

Lyrics: Busted Stuff Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews   Not enough, never too much Baby look just like love Rolling stone gathers no moss But leave a trail of busted stuff You know she’s gonna leave my broken heart…

Lyrics: Grey Street Album: Busted Stuff Artist: Dave Matthews   Oh, look at how she listens She says nothing of what she thinks She just goes stumbling through her memories Staring out onto grey street She thinks, “Hey, How did…