| 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, somewhere |
| I scream to the valley in the 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. |