It’s getting late and I’m getting torn
Between a lonely night and an ugly morn
I don’t even know if I can hold my own
But what can I do for you?
My feet are hurting from walking on a wire
But I can’t be a lover if I won’t be a liar
I’m not too sure how it’s supposed to be
But I can’t love nothing that don’t love me
Pick my feet up off the ground
No floor below and no walls around me
Ain’t afraid of dying
If I ain’t falling I must be flying
You’re getting bored when you’re living fast
You can only be sure when your time is past
A well laid plan is all right if
You’re a dying man or a working stiff
I can’t keep walking in my father’s shoes
Doing the sidewalk shuffle to the highway blues
If I ain’t working from sun to sun
I’m never gonna hate the things I’ve done
