歌词
Walking, talking, breathing, trying to smile yourself to death
With your finger on the pulse of time there ain't no time to rest
It's a simple proposal to keep you walking the line
Just trying to get back for what you borrowed in time
The moral of the story's for a limited crew
But we're gonna be there in the chosen few
But meanwhile tomorrow,
I'll try to find me a scene
There's got to be an easy way to turn my money green