The moral of the story what is it?
Where do I start?
A woman collecting bottles in her shopping cart
She’s cursing at me as I walk down the block
Mad at what I lost, like I forgot
One man’s trash
Is another man’s treasure map
Oh I lost and found my anchor
In Good Ol’ New Amsterdam
Been looked at like a stranger
By my own helping hand
Put myself in danger
Time and time again
I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down
In a bed of flowers
For hours on end
I don’t want to struggle
I just want to love you
For Hours on End
I just want to get you back
Everything that’s been lost and stolen from you
Ohh I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers
For hours on end
Yeah we sing loud and proud for a fifth
And it’s not just enough to get a lift
See that man on the corner’s gotta gift
People pay to watch him hanging off a cliff
And his daughter lost everything she knows
Now she’s spotted on the light on the shows
But still she feels so alone
So she had to get good at throwing stones
And the bandstand is playing her song
And we’re dancing to it all night long
I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down
In a bed of flowers
For hours on end
I don’t want to struggle
I just want to love you
For hours on end
I just want to get you back
Everything that’s been lost and stolen from you
Ohh I don’t want to battle
I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers
For hours on end
For hours on End