From the album Sixteen Winters

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Lyrics

Whatcha gonna do when it all starts falling apart
Once you’ve hit your mark, smiled and played your part
Whatcha gonna do when the bells stop ringing
The seats are all empty and the fat lady’s singing
Yeah son, it’s time to pack up your cart

Whatcha gonna do when your friends start singing the blues
When you wake up in the morning still feeling dead tired and used
When you’ve stepped in a pile of dazed and confused
And it’s smelling kinda funny on the soles of your shoes
Just pack up your cart son, you’ve got nothin’ to lose

Cause there’s a brighter line shining just a little farther down the road
And a better tune to whistle sure to lighten up your load
And when the sun stops shining don’t you start complaining
It’s a natural fact that the thunder and the raining
Make everything greener just a little farther down the road


I was hungry and hollow, waiting for the weather to turn
Yeah I was digging through my pockets, missing all the money I’d earned
Workin’ down south I got some dust in my mouth
Then I went a little overboard, washin’ it out
Now my teeth and nice and shiny
But my bridges have all been burned

But there’s a brighter light shining just a little farther down the road
And a better tune to whistle sure to lighten up your load
And if the sun stops shining don’t you start complaining
It’s a natural fact that the thunder and the raining
Make everything greener just a little farther down the road

Ain’t it funny how a man’s got friends when his pockets are full
But when the money runs out they all find him so incredibly dull
Hit a three card monte, but I missed the ace
When I woke up in the morning I was flat on my face
In a puddle flat broke
With a poundin’ in the back of my skull