People say
what they like
you cant change
whats inside
your the bread
and i'm the butter
we have gotta
stick together
cause times a wasting
and times a gone
there's not much left
for us
so just pick up your sorrows
and head out west
CHORUS
troubles come and troubles go
like the worlds bottled up
we wont last forever
and watch all the setting suns
but times a wasting
and we haven't got much left
END CHORUS
trains come and go
beyond the dirty tracks
we walk along
cars whizzing past
people can point
and they can holler
but they just cant dampen
the spirits already broken
when the going gets so tough
your my sun
and my stars
lighting up my way
CHORUS
