So I will go back to the mountain,
Hot rocks and sun so I'll go back.
You were dancing round and round and I lost my way
Gave me a heart attack.
And don't you ever hear that voice inside you
Make you want to
Sink your feet into the sand
And don't you ever get that lonely feeling,
Try to shake it
But it feels like a sleight of hand.
You were stumbling room to room and they didn't care
If they were your best friends.
Dim-lit nights by the Grand Lake Theatre
Now I'm alone and cold
In the west end.
And who gives a damn about your own water
Who gives a fuck
Now that you're wet and rusting
You should know that if I tell you I have got it all,
I really have nothing.
And don't you ever hear that voice inside you,
Make you want to
Sink your feet into the sand
And don't you ever get that lonely feeling,
Try to shake it
But it feels like a sleight of hand.