One day you just get tired of crying. Runnin' can't escape the beating heart. One day you just get tired of dying. Living can't escape the beating march.
Sittin' on the front porch in Oak Cliff with my bra - watchin' some cars go by. A lady with a baby with only one shoe walks by. The baby on her shoulder has his mouth open more than his eyes.
I'm glad no one's here, just me by the sea. I'm glad no one's here to mess it up for me. I'm glad no one's here, just me by the sea. But man, I wish I had a hand to hold.
One day you just get tired of crying. Runnin' can't escape the beating heart. One day you just get tired of dying. Living can't escape the beating march.
Sittin' on the front porch. In Oak Cliff. With my bra. Watchin' some cars go by. A lady with a baby. With only one shoe. Walks by. Baby on her shoulder.