Minus 5 All Worn Out
You're worn out.
I'm worn out.
We're all worn out.
A million days, a thousand years, a house that falls
down.
Nothing seem to make a difference anymore, and nothing's
such a lonely sound.
Somewhere in the distance feet might find a floor, but
it's all worn out.
Here I am Birmingham.
So all worn out.
Dull and void, another box, too small to stand up.
Nothing seems to make a difference anymore, and nothing's
such a lonely sound.
Hard from such a distance to kick down the door.
These boots are all worn out.
Found a gun.
Can't melt it down.
Too all worn out.
Time will tell, not very well.
The worst to come, dear.
