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.
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.