It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward, and if you
string it up it dries right out with time. So raise your glass to that new
dollar in the bank we're reaching for. But the drink was sweeter
before we had a dime.

But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to
spend your whole life shooting down.

What do I know?

If you feel restless where you are, it may be easier to stay. There are a
million other fools to make your bed. And they'II be closing all the
shades to keep you right there in that grave. And I'll be knocking
'cause you never left my head.

But you're far away now and you've got troubles all your own just to
spend your whole life counting down.

What do I know?