It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward, and if you string it up it dries right out with time.
So raise your glass to that new dollar in the bank we're reaching for.
But the drink was sweeter before we had a dime.
But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to spend your whole life shooting down.
What do I know?
If you feel restless where you are, it may be easier to stay.
There area million other fools to make your bed.
And they'll be closing all the shades to keep you right there in that grave.
And I'll be knocking 'cause you never left my head.
But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to spend your whole life counting down.
What do I know?