Don’t you think I want it too, baby, when I look at you?
You’ll miss the golden moments when everything aligned,
Did it go on underground without a soul around?
Don’t that make you wonder how God found the time?

We’re always waiting around for grace
To put a smile upon our race.
Well, I'm sure she’s got a prettier face than the world

Well, it’s a real big place, your hands on mine
You know it happens, honey all the time
Well, my hands going wild, well it wouldn't be wrong even if I tried
Tired of these goodbyes, tired of all these weeping eyes,
Tired of being tired of the process of being tired, of you being tired of me
I'm tired, tired, tired, tired...