It Kills

What you gonna do

I don't know my friend

But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents

Give me something I can hang my coat on yeah

Nine times out of ten

I'm not the guidance type

I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life

And now I need some help to find out what I feel it kills

It kills the time

Until you fill your heart you'll see

There's more to you than what you think and need

Where you gonna go

I don't know my friend

But I'll take this road forever or until it does end

Here or there or someplace else man anywhere

Maybe to the west

Where they don't fall down

In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town

A voluntary rest home where they lecture you it kills

It kills the time

Until you fill your heart you'll see

There's more to you than what you think and need

We can share our bland opinions

About the quality of air

And all will be right

All will be right on top

There's a place in old dominion

Near that courthouse by the square

Where all will be right

All will be right on top of the day