To that colonel on the street,
Remembering friends you'll never meet,
Ain't no cliff with no holes,
Even muddy water has gold.
So keep your eye out,
Before we're through.
To that worn out billionaire,
Counting nickels, losing hair,
Ain't no river all rapids,
Even the mountains have passes.
So keep your eye out,
Before we're through.
Might need some help,
You might need some help, too.
To that farmer whose crops don't grow,
Tried ever trick that you know,
Sometimes the world has it out for you,
Sometimes there's nothing to do.
Well, keep your eye out,
Before we're through.
