I've spent a long time bleeding on the page
I've been a landmine aching to rage
I'm steady paying tolls on roads I never chose
Putting more than miles on the old Stoned Rose
I don't want to be in this sardine can anymore
No, I don't want to be in this sardine can anymore
Turned our back on how we plowed the land
When Papa sold the property o'er to state hands
Said we'd spread the music any way we can
Burning 'cross the country in a third hand church van
Burning 'cross the country in a third hand church van
I don't know what you been told
There ain't no grace in dying old
Why you going to worry 'bout whether you should
Better get to living while the living is good
Well now I'm singing to the streetlight 'cause the town is dead
Can't you feel them vultures buzzing overhead
Won't find no solace in your promise or your prayer
You know that I don't care to be anywhere
No, I don't care to be anywhere
I don't know what you been told
There ain't no grace in dying old
Why you going to worry 'bout whether you should
Better get to living while the living is good
I've spent a lifetime looking for faraway eyes
Oh, but as fast as I run, they stay just out of sight
And I don't want to be in this sardine can anymore
No, I don't care to be anywhere anymore
I don't know what you been told
There ain't no grace in dying old
Why you going to worry 'bout whether you should
Better get to living while the living is good
