A Little Bit Louder, Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard

A Little Bit Louder
 I’m all alone in this haunted house. 
 Buckets of rain keep falling down. .
 I swear I saw your face in the light. 
But baby there ain’t nothing here but ghosts tonight. 
 Telephone ain’t ringing. 
 The birds they ain’t singing. 
 But I think I’ve made up my mind.
 It’s time. It’s time. 
 Turn it on, turn it up, 
turn the radio on, a little bit louder.
 Not another night in this old house alone, 
chip on my shoulder. 
Gonna tear it up,drink you off my mind. 
See, I told ya. Turn it on, turn it up, 
turn the radio on, a little bit louder. 
 I know you ain’t the one who let us down 
 It’s been building up for some time. 
 I’m not the best at keeping score. 
 But babe it’s you who walked out that door.