SITTIN' ALONE THINKIN' ABOUT GOLD WISHING ALL MY DEBT WAS SOLD FEELIN' LESS SHORT OF OLD
ANOTHER SUN HAS RISEN ON MAIN STREET USA THE PLACE THAT I RECALL WHERE I SPENT MY GLORY DAYS SWINGING MY FINGERS ON AN OLD GUITAR HOPING AND A DREAMING IT'LL TAKE ME FAR FAR FAR AWAY TO A BEAUTIFUL PLACE ACROSS THE WORLD AND WITHOUT A TRACE WE'RE ALL PLANNING AN ESCAPE WE GOTTA KEEP THE FAITH RATHER THAN
WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF BREATH AND OUT OF TIME SO MAKE A TOAST TO THE ONES YOU LOVE TO THE ONES YOU HATE AND THE SECRETS THAT YOU HIDE ‘CAUSE ONCE WE'RE PUSHING DAISIES ONCE WE'RE SIX FEET UNDERGROUND NO ONE GIVES A DAMN IF YOU'VE BEEN LOST OR IF YOU'VE BEEN FOUND SO YOU BETTER FIND YOURSELF BEFORE THE DEVIL FINDS YOU BECAUSE MONEY TALKS, BUT THE DEAD NEVER DO WHY WASTE THAT PRECIOUS TIME? GOTTA LOSE THAT TROUBLED MIND RATHER THAN