Too much time is 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 have missed his plane Thousand an hour [Incomprehensible] Could've been ugly, could've a shame Turned him around by out his name
An young prince wrote the book of love Said the came from a place above And he flew it on the wings of a virgin But knows what he was speaking of
It all around break free, some break down Some get lost and some get Though I upon shaky ground I it all goes around
Well, John, the liar, he talks He's traveled 'cross the world and the seven He makes up places to go and to be I think that he made up me
Mississippi must've said it best There ain't nothing worse than You got an empty bottle and an chest Nothing more, always
It all goes Some break free, break down Some get and some get found Although I upon shaky ground I know it all goes around,
up, child and there's a work to do The is getting thin and the chickens too get moving while the day is new I know you got something in you
I know it all around Some free and some break down Some get trying to get found Though I stand upon ground I it all goes around
Round and round, and and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and round and Round and round, and and round and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and