When you've withered into nothing 'cause your lover's done you wrong.
I'll pull you up a bottle and put a record on.
When Spring is in the Summer but it's Winter in your head.
Let's hit the lonesome highway and put the night to bed.
When you're father can't be bothered and your mother is dead drunk, let's twist our wrists together and lay down in the sun.
When you declare all is nothing and nothing is all you've got, I'll remind you that tomorrow is not good ridden nor good bought.
What we need is offered, not what we expect.
We spend our time chasing time and sunsets.
Yeah we try.
Alone, we try. '
Cause it's all we can do.
It's all we can do.

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