You and I, we're drawing circles around the same lines, the same lines.
We never sold on the easy life.
We could cross each others T’s as we catch each others eyes.
Somehow I know you’ve tried and tried.
Hey man, hell only knows- we could live anywhere like this.
Borrow your home- to the things you love you are the bricks.
You and me both- could live anywhere like this.
Pick up your bones.
'Where did the world go wrong?' I hear you say.
When could a man not choose his land or choose his working trade?
Where did the world go wrong? When came the day?
We would...