doing better than i
thought i would be right now
someone hurt me so much
but i'm coming around
i found you before i
lost what's left of my mind
lead a bird to the sky, but
you can't make it fly
whether you lose or win
you will start losing friends
i'm a jerk til the last
that’s a means to an end
so before we begin
i will fool you again
but it never looked right there
in my collection

writing you a love song
and it's coming along
i fly low to the ground
god, its good to be wrong
good for all aches and pains
good for collapsing veins
good for you you’re a star
at the end of my days
the next album or two
i will write em for you
he knows not what he does
he knows just what to do
when you're finally through
and he moves to undo
half the things that were right
and all the things that were true

bound to lose and to win
and to rise and to fall
good king arthur is dead
who was handsome and tall
bound to stand and to sing
before the lord of song
take me home country roads
to the place i belong
into the flood again
same trip it was back then
nothing breaks like a heart
nothing dies like a friend
in the church of good cross
in the bank of fair lend
an angel gets its wings
for each dollar i spend

doing better but don’t
it always seem to go
the profit and the loss
and it was all yellow
doing better but now
world is turned upside down
jimmy finn took a swim in
his bathtub and drowned
for the bold and the true
themselves the traitor crew
oh, what must be at last
it had better be soon
how the west wasn’t won
having way too much fun
and the first shall be last
kill two birds with one gun