They put a cup in my hands A hand cross my eyes Said I looked older And not a bit wise You see the words they were learned And certainly mine I spent six months looking for the rest of the Rhyme I wanna get more, not just get by C mon c mon, I m waiting on you C mon, c mon, give me the news I m counting on you There s clouds in my bottle Smoke in my eyes And over my shoulder A dishwater sky Further is the heat, bending the light The cabin door swings on one stubborn wire I wanna get more, not just get by C mon c mon, I m waiting on you C mon, c mon, give me the news I m counting on you