When the gravel turns to oil Was it your intention to be part of it all Or to never take part at all? And now you won't be bothered But it was never my intention to push you away Away So light the torches And turn the ringer off Let's get back, yeah we gotta get back To where we once belonged So light the torches And turn the ringer off Let's get back, yeah we gotta get back To where we once belonged Be what may Be what may So light the torches And turn the ringer off Let's get back, yeah we gotta get back To where we once belonged So light the torches And turn the ringer off Let's get back, yeah we gotta get back To where we once belonged This hunt for something worthwhile To make us stick Well our goal is getting fuzzy And our hopes are running dry It's all a matter of finding the other half of your brain And the whole of your heart So these optimistic songs we hear They mean nothing at all Because things will never be okay this way They will never be okay this way Be what may So scrimp and save And blow your fingernails dry And some of the guilt away But you know that he's coming You know that he's coming Be what may So scrimp and save And blow your fingernails dry And some of the guilt away But you know that he's coming You know that he's coming Be what may Be what may Be what may Be what may