when the well has no water to hold and the wheels start to run off the road where do we go when we bury the embers that glow and the seeds that we planted wont grow like we were told hey man what in the hell do we know we strike out and then we strike gold whoever is running the show theres one thing that i need to know could you soften the blows when a bold mans afraid to be bold and a fish finds the water too cold where does he go when the liar finds truth must be told and the loner hates being alone who does he hold never turn your back on the ocean and never talk back dont make those funny faces your face could stick like that 