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