When the well has no water to hold And the wheels start to run off the road Where do we go
When we bury the embers that glow And the seeds that we planted won’t grow Like we were told
Hey man what in the hell do we know We strike out and then we strike gold Whoever is running the show There’s one thing that I need to know Could you soften the blows
When a bold man’s afraid to be bold And a fish finds the water too cold Where does he go
When the liar finds truth must be told And the loner hates being alone Who does he hold
Hey man what in the hell do we know We strike out and then we strike gold Whoever is running the show There’s one thing I’d like to be told That you’ll soften the blows
Never turn your back on the ocean and never talk back Don’t make those funny faces, your face could stick like that
Hey man what in the hell do we know We strike out and then we strike gold Whoever is running the show There’s one thing I’d like to be told That you’ll soften the blows Could you soften the blows