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 nothings that he said
Mr. Motorcycle have missed his plane Thousand miles an [Incomprehensible] Could've been ugly, could've been a Turned him by calling out his name
An young charming wrote the book of love the words came from a place above And he flew it on the wings of a virgin But nobody knows he was speaking of
It all goes Some break free, some break Some get lost and get found Though I stand upon shaky I know it all around
Well, John, the liar, he endlessly He's 'cross the world and the seven seas He makes up to go and people to be I think that he made up me
Mississippi singers must've said it There ain't nothing than emptiness You got an bottle and an empty chest more, always less
It all goes Some free, some break down get lost and some get found Although I stand shaky ground I it all goes around, alright
up, child and there's a work to do The crop is 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 break and some break down Some get trying to get found Though I stand shaky ground I know it all around
Round and round, and and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and and round, and round and round