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 that he never
Mr. Motorcycle have missed his plane Thousand an hour [Incomprehensible] Could've been ugly, could've a shame Turned him by calling out his name
An young charming wrote the book of love Said the words came a place above And he it on the wings of a virgin love But nobody knows he was speaking of
It all around Some free, some break down Some get lost and get found Though I stand upon ground I know it all around
Well, John, the liar, he endlessly He's traveled the world and the seven seas He makes up to go and people to be Sometimes I think he made up me
Mississippi must've said it best ain't nothing worse than emptiness You got an empty bottle and an empty more, always less
It all goes Some break free, some down Some get and some get found Although I upon shaky ground I it all goes around, alright
Wake up, and there's a work to do The crop is getting and the chickens too Better get while the day is new I you got something left in you
I know it all goes Some break free and 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 round and Round and round, and and round Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and Round and round, and and round