Lucero - Sometimes
Boy, you must find your own way,
And no man goes beyond his day. 

Lucero - I Can’t Feel A Thing
Got so much to tell her but the words seem to get lost,
Bottles empty and I can’t complete the call.
It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing.
She ain’t on the phone and she ain’t on the way,
And all the messages keep going up in flames.
It’s alright, I can’t feel a thing.

It’s nothing short of Vegas and a bar that’s never closed,
Nothing short of lying down and waking up alone.
And nothing short of dying’s gonna bring me any peace,
Well I ain’t really worried, cause I can’t feel a thing.

It’s alright, well it’s alright,
A little less pain every time I fall.
It’s alright, its alright,
Til you get so tired you can’t feel nothin’ at all.
Nothin’ at all.