Go
tired
and how can it always recover and come
and want to whirl you around with your eyes closed,
no matter how you say: I won't go, go.
Georgia, we follow along, it goes pretty far.
You go ahead, I'm going to wait in the car.
Instead of run with my feet when they won't go.
Okay I will, but I don't know. Go,
go
And you would think now hope would be tired, but it's alright.
You would think now hope would be tired but it's alright
You would think tired, ragged and oil-brown
but it's alright
And I know it seems useless,
I know how it always turns out
Georgia, since everything's possible we will still go, go.
And you would think now hope would be tired but it's alright,
it's alright
Writer/s: Joey Baron / Karen Peris