| Song | Drunk |
| Artist | Husky |
| Album | Ruckers Hill |
| Years they melt away, and summers echo by like golden movies | |
| We grew up so fast | |
| Even when you have it all, you want what you don't have much more, and that is all that lasts | |
| I feel the fire… that you started | |
| And walk the wire | |
| Empty hearted | |
| I was just, drunk back then | |
| Writing notes I'd never send | |
| Come on back, I need you home | |
| I know it's strange but when in Rome | |
| I feel the time is coming… | |
| For you | |
| For me | |
| For everybody | |
| Do you have a light my friend? | |
| And can you tell me where the road might bend up ahead? | |
| Can you take me somewhere else? | |
| The past, the future | |
| This moment won't stop until I'm dead | |
| And I feel the fire that you started | |
| And walk the wire | |
| Empty hearted | |
| I was just, drunk back then | |
| Writing notes I'd never send | |
| Come on back, I need you home | |
| I know it's strange but when in Rome | |
| I feel the time is coming… | |
| For you | |
| For me | |
| For everybody | |
| Years they melt away, and summers echo by like golden movies | |
| We grew up so fast | |
| I was just, drunk back then | |
| Writing notes I'd never send | |
| Come on back, I need you home | |
| I know it's strange but when in Rome | |
| I feel the time is coming… | |
| And I feel the time is coming… | |
| And I feel the time is coming… | |
| For you | |
| For me | |
| For everybody… |
| Years they melt away, and summers echo by like golden movies | |
| We grew up so fast | |
| Even when you have it all, you want what you don' t have much more, and that is all that lasts | |
| I feel the fire that you started | |
| And walk the wire | |
| Empty hearted | |
| I was just, drunk back then | |
| Writing notes I' d never send | |
| Come on back, I need you home | |
| I know it' s strange but when in Rome | |
| I feel the time is coming | |
| For you | |
| For me | |
| For everybody | |
| Do you have a light my friend? | |
| And can you tell me where the road might bend up ahead? | |
| Can you take me somewhere else? | |
| The past, the future | |
| This moment won' t stop until I' m dead | |
| And I feel the fire that you started | |
| And walk the wire | |
| Empty hearted | |
| I was just, drunk back then | |
| Writing notes I' d never send | |
| Come on back, I need you home | |
| I know it' s strange but when in Rome | |
| I feel the time is coming | |
| For you | |
| For me | |
| For everybody | |
| Years they melt away, and summers echo by like golden movies | |
| We grew up so fast | |
| I was just, drunk back then | |
| Writing notes I' d never send | |
| Come on back, I need you home | |
| I know it' s strange but when in Rome | |
| I feel the time is coming | |
| And I feel the time is coming | |
| And I feel the time is coming | |
| For you | |
| For me | |
| For everybody |