Too much time is spent on the All the places us back to live in his head Like the bones of a on a dying bed With all the nothings that he never
Mr. Motorcycle must have missed his Thousand an hour [Incomprehensible] Could've been ugly, could've a shame Turned him around by out his name
An young prince charming the book of love Said the words came a place above And he it on the wings of a virgin love But knows what he was speaking of
It all goes Some break free, break down Some get lost and some get Though I stand upon ground I know it all around
Well, John, the liar, he talks He's traveled 'cross the world and the seas He makes up places to go and to be Sometimes I think he made up me
Mississippi singers said it best There nothing worse than emptiness You got an bottle and an empty chest more, always less
It all around Some break free, break down Some get and some get found Although I stand upon ground I it all goes around, alright
up, child and there's a work to do The is getting thin and the chickens too Better get while the day is new I you got something left in you
I know it all around Some free and some break down get lost trying to get found Though I stand upon shaky I know it all goes
Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and Round and round, and and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and and round