Red City Radio Rest Easy
Like a hurricane with a hat on I was looking for danger
I was out there all on my own trying to make sense of it all
And with my day to day battles and the travels that last too long
I'm just trying to find a place where I belong
And with your eyes mean muggin' judgin' me
Baby, I kinda feel like Al Capone
Hightailing bootlegger liquor across the state line into Chicago
And on a stallion made of fire I will set ablaze to the terrain
And the only thing that's different is that nothing's gonna be the same
Oh baby, I'm not the devil
And if I'm no good for your soul
Then it's only fair I tried to let you know
And while you're a hundred million miles away
I can try my best to right my wrongs
Of all the places in the world babe
Nothings more familiar than the place that we belong
Cause except for the small changes everything there is always the same
And if I never come back will anybody remember my name
Oh baby, I'm not the devil
But I chose in life to roam
I know you need more than a man on a telephone
Oh baby, I'm not the devil
And soon Ill be coming home
To show you that my hear ain't made of stone
I'm coming to keep you from being all alone
So keep your head up, baby
Rest easy
I'm coming home and you better believe me
That when I put my foot in the door
I won't wanna leave here anymore
So keep your head up, baby
Rest easy
I'm coming home and you better believe me
That when I put my foot in the door
I won't wanna leave here anymore
Leave here anymore
I'm not the devil
