Too much time is spent on the dead All the places found us back to live in his head Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed With all the nothings that he never said
Mr. Motorcycle must have missed his plane Thousand miles an hour ? Could've been ugly, could've been a shame Turned him around by calling out his name
An young prince charming wrote the book of love Said the words came from a place above And he flew it on the wings of a virgin love But nobody knows what he was speaking of
It all goes around Some break free, some break down Some get lost and some get found Though I stand upon shaky ground I know it all goes around
Well, John, the liar, he talks endlessly He's traveled 'cross the world and the seven seas He makes up places to go and people to be Sometimes I think that he made up me
Mississippi singers must've said it best There ain't nothing worse than emptiness You got an empty bottle and an empty chest Nothing more, always less
It all goes around Some break free, some break down Some get lost and some get found Although I stand upon shaky ground I know it all goes around, alright
Wake up, child and there's a work to do The crop is getting thin and the chickens too Better get moving while the day is new I know you got something left in you
I know it all goes around Some break free and some break down Some get lost trying to get found Though I stand upon shaky ground I know it all goes around
Round and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and round Round and round, and round and round