what s the cost to pay the piper every note don t come for free too busy dancing with the devil now it s time to pay the fee every good intention laid to waste i ve lost control out to make memories not burn myself alive fire breathing caught my eye i can t stop thinking about it until it s time to cross that line back to the days where we still say grace and a man s words all he has way down south where they know my name homecoming headed back to the old iron hills to the heart of dixieland i ll heal my wounds back in birmingham keep staring that gift horse in the mouth he s smiling back at me for everything i take for granted there s one thing left for me spent my life chasing my dreams now that i ve caught them was it as good as i thought it d be 