Crimson to Chrome

We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again Heads down, we were left out alone Stretched out, laying pressed upon the lawn, oh Time comes, we'll arise from the freeze, and we'll be face down When the sun's out, turning crimson into chrome I'm sitting here writing the same sad song With the cogs on fire Spinning on and on 'Til I'm old and tired Even then I'm on fire We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again I'm sitting here writing the same sad song With the cogs on fire, spinning on and on 'Til I'm old and tired Even then I'm on fire Watching us settle to fade in the dust It's a shame, it's a crime It's much, too much to hold I'm tired, but hey, I'm on fire Hey, hey, hey We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again We're either too old, too bold, or stupid to move, I guess we're Caught on the wrong side of the shoe again