Well, you're leaving
As you walk right through the door
I am seeing
All the differences now
I keep keeping
On the wrong side of the street
I keep believing
Believing in the make believe
I've got some problems
Keeping folks around
And I've been writing songs
Songs for the crowd
Is the dream worth dying for
When you're six feet underground?
And what you lying for
Oh, aren't you tired out?
Is the dream worth dying for
When you're six feet underground?
And what you lying for
Oh, aren't you tired out?
Tell me all your secrets
Come on, spit 'em out
I can see your demons
Yeah, you got a lot
And if you keep running
Sure enough, you'll run out
And is it worth keeping
If it's keeping you down?
We cuffed our jeans
To keep 'em off the streets
And we packed up our things
To keep ourselves free
Told ourselves the open road
Is the only way to go
Well, I told myself so many times
That the road left me alone
Is the dream worth dying for
When you're six feet underground?
And what you lying for
Oh, aren't you tired out?
Is the dream worth dying for
When you're six feet underground?
And what you lying for
Oh, aren't you tired out?
Aren't you tired out?
Aren't you tired out?
Aren't you tired out?
Aren't you tired out?
