Like a rusty backhoe
Tryind to dig up the nerve
to do what it used to,
doing things for no one else.
Like a man with iron boots
upon the moon running free
not worrying what to do.
Dance the soft shoe.
Doing things for nobody else.
And I should always walk
and sometimes run.
When the count begins run
I count on you for once ?
Doing what I used to
Doing this for nobody else.
Everyone can fit in
So go ahead and fit in
Oh no.
No, oh no.