| Travel on through the good times |
| Let worries fold when the bad times roll |
| And it’s the things that know to the face I show |
| That makes it all right, that makes it all right |
| To reflect my good side |
| No scenery through the dark clouds |
| We’ll settle down when we get out |
| And it’s the things that know to the face I show |
| That makes it all right, that makes it all right |
| To reflect my good side |
| Oh where, somewhere |
| Oh where, somewher |
| I scream to the valley in th depth of the night |
| It’s a full blown conclusion in the wake of the light |
| There’s a time and a place to fall from grace |
| Bugs in my head where they eat at the soul |
| Resent all the ways in which you have grown |
| There’s a time and a place to fall from grace |
| We always end up on the wrong side |
| My bodys shaking and it feels so heavy tonight |
| We always end up on the wrong side |
| My bodys shaking and it feels so heavy tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight |
| We always end up on the wrong side |
| My bodys shaking and it feels so heavy tonight |
| We always end up on the wrong side |
| My bodys shaking and it feels so heavy tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight |
| And it’s the things that know to every face I show |