Shaky Ground

Too much time is spent on the dead

All the places found us back to live in his head

Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed

With all the nothings that he never said

Mr. Motorcycle must have missed his plane

Thousand miles an hour [Incomprehensible]

Could've been ugly, could've been a shame

Turned him around by calling out his name

An young prince charming wrote the book of love

Said the words came from a place above

And he flew it on the wings of a virgin love

But nobody knows what he was speaking of

It all goes around

Some break free, some break down

Some get lost and some get found

Though I stand upon shaky ground

I know it all goes around

Well, John, the liar, he talks endlessly

He's traveled 'cross the world and the seven seas

He makes up places to go and people to be

Sometimes

I think that he made up me

Mississippi singers must've said it best

There ain't nothing worse than emptiness

You got an empty bottle and an empty chest

Nothing more, always less

It all goes around

Some break free, some break down

Some get lost and some get found

Although I stand upon shaky ground

I know it all goes around, alright

Wake up, child and there's a work to do

The crop is getting thin and the chickens too

Better get moving while the day is new

I know you got something left in you

I know it all goes around

Some break free and some break down

Some get lost trying to get found

Though I stand upon shaky ground

I know it all goes around

Round and round, and round and round

Round and round, and round and round

Round and round, and round and round

Round and round, and round and round

Round and round, and round and round

Round and round, and round and round