Shoes on the power line
Lost the only thing I could find
Now I'm just killing time
Packing it up to unwind
Oh, unwind me
My old friend
If this is the end
And our ship never comes in
If the suits don't hear a song
If the numbers all lie
And it makes little girls cry
Well, wouldn't that be a shame?
White vans are empty now
And you cut all the hair that you grew out
Your dream, it seems so far away
Farther than ever it seems, you say
But brother, don't let it get you down
You still got time to turn it around
Turn it around
Or just start over
If this is the end
And our ship never comes in
If the suits don't hear a song
If the numbers all lie
And it makes little girls cry
Well, wouldn't that be a shame?
