What About You
I've been drinking from the well walking on the land
Drawing a paycheck trying to make a stand
I go down to the river just to see it there
I wish I could remember when it used to run clear
Oh what is the truth
From the mouth of babes, from the mouths of fools
Oh what do we got to lose
What about me honey what about you
I met this man just the other day
Walking down the street trying to be brave
But he was a little too slow, a little out of his mind
There's just no room no more for nobody left behind
Oh what is the truth
From the mouth of babes, from the mouths of fools
Oh what do we got to lose
What about me honey what about you
You've been knocking around rolling the dice
Following the path seeking advice
But when the night finally falls and you pull down the shade
Your hair's still a mess and your bed's unmade
Oh what is the truth
From the mouth of babes, from the mouths of fools
Oh what do we got to lose
What about me honey what about you
Writer/s: TOM OVANS
