Golden Rule

My arms are tired and my hands are sore And I don't listen to music much anymore I just listen to the buzzin' of this big machine 'Til second shift is over Got vines growin' out of the ceiling in the kitchen Well, me and my baby been holed up We wish this jar full of change could take us away Maybe Pensacola Oh, but nothin' makes any sense to me now Gets stranger every day If you feel like your soul's on the ground And your love's been taken away When you get up in the morning I hope the roads aren't bad And whеn you get back in your bed at night I only hope that rеst comes easy And you can do it again Mm, mm My mother wasn't much older than me When she got a job in Washington, DC A couple of blocks from the White House And the cherry tree We used to pass by the capitol In the morning on the way to school I haven't lost my faith in rock 'n' roll I haven't lost my faith in the golden rule But nothin' makes any sense to me now Gets stranger every day If you feel like your soul's on the ground And your love's been taken away When you get up in the morning I hope the roads aren't bad And when you get back in your bed at night I only hope that rest comes easy And you can do it again Mm, mm Mm, mm