Sitting on the back porch
Everybody be damned
Head in your hands
No particular plans
But oh so many thoughts
And dreams unheard
Words are nothing but words
(Words are nothing but words)
See the little children rollin' in the yard
And the sun goes down until it's almost dark
And hear the train cry so many miles away
Another train, another day
If you ever make your mind up
I know you will be somebody, I know
Part of you wants to be everybody
But don't be afraid to fall
Mason got his
You know that he did
He put his greedy eyes right over the lid
And oh, the bomb went off
Right in his face
He'll wear the scars with grace
Walking past the church
You make the sign of the cross
Hey god, it wouldn't cost you anything
To throw some light my way
See, I'm a little low on life today
A little low on life today
Low on life today
Lowlife
