When the well has no water to hold
And the wheels start to run off the road
Where do we go?
When we bury the embers that glow
And the seeds that we planted won't grow
Like we were told Hey man, what in the hell do we know
We strike out and then we strike gold
Whoever is running the show
There's one thing that I need to know
Could you soften the blows When a bold man's afraid to be bold
And a fish finds the water too cold
Where does he go?
When the liar finds the truth must be told
And the loner hates being alone
Who does he hold? Hey man, what in the hell do we know
We strike out and then we strike gold
Whoever is running the show
There's one thing I'd like to be told
That you'll soften the blows Never turn your back on the ocean and never talk back
Don't make those funny faces, your face could stick like that Hey man, what in the hell do we know
We strike out and then we strike gold
Whoever is running the show
There's one thing I'd like to be told
That you'll soften the blows Could you soften the blows?