Well, the truest test of a man's good name
Is acceptance of failure and losing a game
With a smile and a handshake, quiet ever-building rage
I got knocked around in a real small town
And they poked and they prodded and marched me around
For a laugh in the snow, try to tear a good man's soul
For a fool's gold, a beggar's bargain
It's too much time, space to get lost in
It's one for the road, two if you can let it go
Blood's thick, but water's deeper
The wine works fine, but the whiskeys cheaper
Now turn it around, quick before your sun goes down
Well, I see you found yourself a damn fine game
You've got lines on your mind and ounces to say
But it's okay, we've both seen our darker days
But it's like you never saw a sucker before
Been alive on the side of your bedroom floor
With an ear on the phone, begging just to let it go
For a fool's gold, a beggar's bargain
It's too much time, space to get lost in
It's one for the road, two if you can let it go
Blood's thick, but water's deeper
The wine works fine, but the whiskeys cheaper
Now turn it around, quick before your sun goes down
For a fool's gold, a beggar's bargain
It's too much time, space to get lost in
It's one for the road, two if you can let it go
Oh now, blood's thick, but water's deeper
The wine works fine, but the whiskeys cheaper
Now turn it around, quick before your sun goes down
And I said turn it around
I said now turn it around, quick before your sun goes down
