(Maybe We Are)

Do I understand your question man
Your dubious request for land
Oh, your seeking soulful desperate stand
It gives in for your destined hand

My my brandy bottle best of friend
Mediocre next of kin, is all you've got
Into the mountain tops majestic and
For sweets and stranded sex, and then what?

Well, we spend out last four dollars
On a half a jug of wine
And Ginny puts her jacket on
And we walk a step behind

And down toward the river
Slip and sliding on the banks
Things became much simpler
The more and more we drank

Oh-ah-ho oh oh, whoa oh oh-oh
Oh-ah-ho oh oh, whoa oh oh-oh

I was cold, alone and dirty on that day that I turned 30 love, ah
Oh, I thought my friends and family would be very understanding but
They all leave and I feel just as lost dispossessed and double crossed
Oh, down here where every shot is hard and
Never-ending tussle with the mighty dollar's body guards

And we're working for the man, that beady gaze, so-called survival
Where the man is any man who has more to his name than I do
And I cannot help but feel it is just no use to try
When we'll forever haunt the sidewalks while those limousines go by

Oh-ah-ho oh oh, whoa oh oh-oh
Oh-ah-ho oh oh, whoa oh oh-oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh-oh

Oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh-oh

Everything is easy when its gone, gone gone
Yellow dandelions growing wild on the lawn
No one need to read to me what's written on my palm
I could see it, I could smell it, I could feel it all along

Oh, oh oh oh oh-oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh-oh

And I oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh-oh
Oh I oh, oh I oh-oh oh oh-oh