Too much is spent on the dead All the places found us back to live in his the bones of a lover on a dying bed With all the that he never said
Mr. Motorcycle must have missed his Thousand miles an hour been ugly, could've been a shame Turned him by calling out his name
An young prince charming the book of love Said the words came a place above And he flew it on the wings of a love But nobody knows he was speaking of
It all around Some break free, some down Some get lost and get found I stand upon shaky ground I it all goes around
Well, John, the liar, he talks traveled 'cross the world and the seven seas He makes up places to go and to be I think that he made up me
Mississippi singers must've said it There ain't nothing worse than You got an bottle and an empty chest more, always less
It all around Some break free, some down Some get lost and get found Although I stand upon ground I know it all around, alright
Wake up, child and there's a to do The crop is getting thin and the too Better get while the day is new I know you got something in you
I it all goes around Some free and some break down get lost trying to get found Though I stand upon shaky I know it all around
and round, and round and round Round and round, and and round and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and