Keep your head down, son Scratch your name on her calendar And when the work is done Pack up and go see her You fought Heaven and you fought Earth You broke facts and figures You proved your worth Pack up and go see her
Oh, oh, oh, oh I'm feeling lost in everything that you said Oh, oh, oh, oh
If it's the hands that curse Then you're lost in the thunder When it can't get worse Pack up and go see her Well, kep your head held high Commit to go under And with your last try Pack up and go see her
Oh, oh, oh, oh Without your hands holding up my head Oh, oh, oh, oh I'm feeling lost in everything that you said Oh, oh, oh, oh Without your hands holding up my head Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh I'm feeling lost in everything that you said Oh, oh, oh, oh Without your hands holding up my head
There's a song about a book on love Looking back, it's never been enough There's no room for me to get above Looking back, it's never been enough There's a way for me to push and shove Looking back, it's never been enough
