I was at a funeral the day I realised I wanted to spend my life with you Sitting down on the steps at the old post office The flag was flying at half-mast And I was thinkin' 'bout how everyone is dying And maybe its time to live
I don't know, where we're going I don't know what we'll do
Walked into the Thrif-tee Saw a man with the hollow eyes who didn't give me all my change But it didn't bother me this time 'cause I know I've only got this moment And it's good I went to the gas station Old woman honked her horn Waiting for me to fix her car
I don't know, where we're going I don't know what we'll do
Laying in bed tonight Im was thinking and listening to all the dogs and the sirens and the shots And how a careful man tries to dodge the bullets While a happy man takes a walk
And maybe it's time to live
Compositor: Mark O Everett (ASCAP)Editor: Sexy Grandpa Music (ASCAP)Publicado em 2019 e lançado em 2004ECAD verificado obra #2987852 e fonograma #24393148 em 08/Abr/2024