Too much time is on the dead All the places found us back to live in his Like the bones of a lover on a bed With all the nothings that he never
Mr. Motorcycle have missed his plane Thousand an hour [Incomprehensible] Could've been ugly, could've been a Turned him around by out his name
An young prince charming wrote the of love Said the words from a place above And he it on the wings of a virgin love But knows what he was speaking of
It all around Some break free, break down Some get lost and some get I stand upon shaky ground I know it all goes
Well, John, the liar, he talks He's '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 it best There ain't nothing worse emptiness You got an empty bottle and an chest more, always less
It all around Some break free, break down Some get and some get found I stand upon shaky ground I know it all 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 know you got left in you
I know it all goes Some free and some break down Some get trying to get found Though I stand upon ground I know it all around
and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and Round and round, and and round and round, and round and round