Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Running dry....

There's a sacrifice you make
There are people along the way
When there's nowhere to run and there's nowhere to stay
And the wheels still move

But won't slow down
Even when you're spinning in the same soft ground
And there's a tear in her eye
Because she's known you too long
And she can't tell the singer from the whorehouse song

When the well runs dry
There's nothing left to say
Just throw up your hands and wail all day
And everything's fair
And you don't like it that way
Something has to die
When the well runs dry

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