It’s a rusty plan but we settle down
In the smallest can of your home town
With fettered lips and the work of days
I follow you
The make-believing comes in the night
Pouring over the cannon by firelight
To spirit far from this sleeping life
I follow you
How I get through
* We could make the most of life
Or wait until we kill the light
You always seem to turn to me and say
Nothing ends this way
The crows are traipsing across my pores
Heavy sleeping in the bed sores
With frail bones and the shaking legs
I follow you
If these walls could speak the words
They’d be afraid to say what they heard
And what they saw would be under wraps
I follow you
How I get through
If we made the most of life
My iron heart would be so light
Even sailors long for flight
Wildest of dreams in a tall boy
* Verse I
* Chorus
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