We’re either too old, too bold, or stupid to move
I guess we’re caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
Heads down, we were left out alone
Stretch out, laying pressed upon the lawn
When the time comes, we’ll arise from the freeze
And we’ll be face down, when the suns out
Turing crimson into chrome
I’m sitting here writing the same sad song
With the cogs on fire spinning on and on ‘til I’m old and tired
Even then I’m on fire
We’re either too old, too bold, or stupid to move
I guess we’re caught on the wrong side of the shoe again
I’m sitting here writing the same sad song
With the cogs on fire spinning on and on ‘til I’m old and tired
Even then I’m on fire
Watching us settle to fade in the dust
It’s a shame, it’s a crime, it’s much too much to hold, I’m tired
But hey I’m on fire
We’re either too old, too bold, or stupid to move
I guess we’re caught on the wrong side of the shoe again