Too much is spent on the dead All the places found us back to in his head Like the bones of a on a dying bed With all the that he never said
Mr. Motorcycle must have his plane Thousand miles an [Incomprehensible] Could've been ugly, could've a shame Turned him around by out his name
An prince charming wrote the book of love Said the words came a place above And he flew it on the wings of a love But knows what he was speaking of
It all around Some break free, some down Some get lost and some get Though I stand upon shaky I it all goes around
Well, John, the liar, he talks traveled '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 said it ain't nothing worse than emptiness You got an empty bottle and an chest more, always less
It all around Some free, some break down Some get lost and some get Although I upon shaky ground I know it all goes around,
Wake up, child and there's a 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 it all goes around Some break free and break down Some get lost to get found Though I stand upon ground I it all goes around
Round and round, and round and and round, and round and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and round and Round and round, and round and Round and round, and and round