Down on your hands and knees Underneath the poplar trees Down in the sticks and stones Looking for store bought bones
Baby I'm the rising sun Clutching at your holstered gun Baby I'm a shooting star I'm looking wherever you are
Looking through a telescope Maybe there's a sign of hope Leaving everything behind Discovering your store bought mind
Sending everything to the sea Wishing you were here by me Shifting through the mountain of bricks Searching for a store bought fix
You can't buy what you can't find what you can't buy What you find what you can't buy what you can't What you can't buy what you can't find what you can't You can't buy what you can't find what you can't buy What you find what you can't buy what you can't What you can't buy what you can't find what you can't What you can't buy what you can't find what you can't