Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hard Stuff
Performer
Bullet
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Cann
Composer
Texty
When the work is through, hide in all that comforts you
For the people never seem to moan
Moving through the day, keep a-rolling on your way
Look, your eyes gaze away from home
I've got nothing else to do but chase up all the people whose
Poor truths have been told, I'm a loser that's been sold
And I'm never the same for you on the road, yeah, yeah
Eyes across the way, never see another day
For a tale that never sees the truth
Knowing he's a man, he will walk across the land
Time to join up in a band of blue
Can't you follow far away? You lost your chance, a lucky day
You never could be told, read the papers never sold
And the stars never guide the way on the road, yeah
When the work is through, hide in all that comforts you
For the people never seem to moan
Moving through the day, keep a-rolling on your way
Look, your eyes gaze away from home
I've got nothing else to do but chase up all the people whose
Poor truths have been told, I'm a loser that's been sold
I'm never the same for you on the road, yeah on that road
Written by: Cann
