Street sweeper
Don't bother coming yonder down the road
Legend keeper
The books got something they can no longer hold
Wise teacher
There's no one in these parts to take it in
Kind people
Some things can't be fixed with a smile
How come these wheels are turning
But there is no change?
How come these years are burning
But no wiser we gain?
All these things we 'ought to be learning
Are a source of shame
Might as well turn to stone
High diver
There's something 'bout the color of our water
Plane flyer
Watch out for the heaviness of the air
Filthy liars
Gather 'round we'll find a place for you in town square
Bus driver
The next stop is many miles away from here
How come these wheels are turning
But there is no change?
How come these years are burning
But no wiser we gain?
All these things we 'ought to be learning
Are a source of shame
Might as well turn to stone
Fast away the pages of this book
Gone away sunshine has all been took
Take away a map a chance to look
At the way
We're living half the lives of what we should
How come these wheels are turning
But there is no change?
How come these years are burning
But no wiser we gain?
All these things we 'ought to be learning
Are a source of shame
Might as well turn to
Might as well turn to
Might as well turn to
Stone
