Too much time is on the dead All the places found us to live in his head Like the of a lover on a dying bed With all the nothings he never said
Mr. must have missed his plane miles 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 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, some down Some get lost and some get Though I stand shaky ground I know it all around
Well, John, the liar, he talks He's traveled 'cross the 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 ain't nothing worse than emptiness You got an empty and an empty chest Nothing more, always
It all around Some break free, some break Some get and some get found Although I stand upon shaky I it all goes around, alright
Wake up, and there's a work to do The crop is getting and the chickens too get moving while the day is new I know you got something in you
I know it all goes break free and some break down Some get lost to get found Though I stand upon shaky I it all goes around
and round, and round and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and round and and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and Round and round, and and round