When the well has no
Water to hold and the
Wheels start to run off the road
Where do we go
When we bury the embers
Taht glow and the seeds
That we planted won't grow
Like we were told

Hey man what in the hell do we know
We strike out and then we strike gold
Whoever is running the show,
There's one thing that I need to know
Could you soften the blows?

When a bold man's afraid to be bold
And the fish find's the water too cold
Where does he go
When the lier finds the trust
Must be told and the loner hates being alone,
Who does he hold

Hey man what in the hell do we know
We strike out and then we strike gold
Whoever is running the show,
There's one thing that I need to know
Could you soften the blows?

Never turn your back on
The ocean and never talk back...
Don't make those funny faces,
Your face could stick like that

Hey man what in the hell do we know
We strike out and then we strike gold
Whoever is running the show,
There's one thing that I'd like to be told
That you'll soften the blow?
Could you soften the blows?