Thinking 'bout the clothes in the dryer I put 'em in two days before But, that was the night I was gonna chill out And listen to the radio on the floor Then the phone rang and I don't think That I know anyone from Kansas Guess this call's not for me at all Good idea not to answer Your grandpa said I must be running And you know sometimes I think I'm a bum Just tell him I'm working on something But I won't know what it is til I'm done That drove me down and out to the bar All the usuals were there A horse, two monkeys, a salesman and a priest Were looking at the blindman stare That one drink turned into a dozen 'Cause their jokes had me glued to the floor And then last call had gotten me involved In stumbling through the door Your grandpa said I must be running And you know sometimes I think I'm a bum Just tell him I'm working on something But I won't know what it is til I'm done All these years they've been counting me Now I'm down to counting change If I did things differently Maybe time would do the same Well a very good friend he gave me a tune Said every day's a good day to die I can't tell if he's right or wrong 'Cause why am I still alive It'd be a lie to say that I never saw A skeleton through the glass But everyone's got different reasons For kicking themselves in the ass Your grandpa said I must be running And you know sometimes I think I'm a bum Just tell him I'm working on something But I won't know what it is til I'm done

Found three lucky pennies Swept them from the floor Well, I hope Mr. Lincoln Comes to my door Straighten up the photos So no one stands alone I love this house that I call my home Yeah, they always told me which way's up And which way's down But they always kept from me which way's in And which way's out So put me in the lost and found There's a ghost that haunts the staircase Got me questioning my sight Run my hand down the wall When I shut out the lights Blocking up the hallway Wood creaks when I'm standing still Feel myself walk through something And I get a chill Yeah, they always told me which way's up And which way's down But they always kept from me which way's in And which way's out So put me in the lost and found First I lost my pride Then I lost my voice Seems like there were times I didn't have a choice Just a new coat of paint I'll build up from the past Wind the clock that keeps me spinning So the seconds don't run so fast I can walk in my own footsteps Follow the echo of a voice I don't like the sound But I need the noise I hope to keep my feet Lend out both my hands 'Cause a wall won't hold If a wall can't stand Yeah, they always told me which way's up And which way's down But they always kept from me which way's in And which way's out So put me in the lost and found

Well, hanging around here will get you feeling mighty funny Thinking like a rocket ship Looking at a fuse She don't need to be anything Just a flower in the sunshine Laughing like she do There's been days and days of rain And I look to see the flood Tomorrow might bring I won't be standing there I won't be washed away I know it's getting late and I see I should be leaving I'll be gone awhile But I won't be gone too far It's just been too many days and too many nights Of reading all the the writing In the bathroom at the bar There's been days and days of rain And I look to see the flood Tomorrow might bring I won't be standing there I won't be washed away The sun it's been shining and it sure is getting warmer But, look at all that moss Growing on that standing stone Well I'd rather be rockin' and I'd much rather be rollin' I'd rather be out singing All the songs inside my bones There's been days and days of rain And I look to see the flood Tomorrow might bring I won't be standing there I won't be washed away

The changing color weather brings the echoes of September Blowing in a whistle Through my window late at night The sounds of the sirens That mix the dead with the dying The dancers who won't go To their graves without a fight Footprints line the city Folks are all dressed up with pity There are those who won't wear a coat Til the cold cuts them deep inside A leaf fell down without looking up Into a bank account in a styrofoam cup A pair of eyes that couldn't get a smile All the neighbors just refused Don't wait for time It ignores you And it wouldn't hardly bend To see the soul inside of man Even if that flame was burning bright and blue There's squares and lines of people Stuck in the shadows of the steeple Seeking relief or pardon For a crime they didn't choose While tucked inside the building Voices echo to the ceiling Just be thankful for what you got Be happy you're alive Don't wait for time It ignores you And it wouldn't hardly bend To see the soul inside of man Even if that flame was burning bright and blue

I am the last one in my line I am the last one in my line My family blew away and left here in 29 I am the last one in my line I'm working in steel traps and caves I'm working in steel traps and caves How I'd love to go to town when I come to get my pay But, I'm working in steel traps and caves I wear my boots and shovel all day long I wear my boots and shovel all day long I spend the best part of my day just waiting for my calling I wear my boots and shovel all day long But, if I were a wandering boy If I were a wandering boy I'd dance and sing for you, for some of your loose coins If I were a wandering boy