When the gravel turns to oil
Was it your intention to be part of it all?
Or to never take part at all?
And how you won't be bothered
But it was never my intention to push you away, away.

So light the torches and turn the ringer off
Let's get back, Yah, we gotta' get it back
To where we once belonged

So light the torches and turn the ringer off
Let's get back, Yah, we gotta' get it back
To where we once belonged

Be what may.
Be what may.

So light the torches and turn the ringer off.
Let's get back, Yah, we gotta' get it back
To where we once belonged

So light the torches and turn the ringer off.
Let's get back, Yah, we gotta' get it back
To where we once belonged

This hunt for something worthwhile to make us stick
Well our goal is getting fuzzy.
And our hopes are running dry
It's all a matter of finding the other half of your own brain
And the whole of your heart
So these optimistic songs we hear
They mean nothing at all
Because things will never be ok this way.
They will never be ok, this way

Be what may.

So scrimp and save and blow your fingernails dry
And some of the guilt away
But you know that he's coming,
You know that he's coming
Be what may

So scrimp and save and blow your fingernails dry
And some of the guilt away
But you know that he's coming,
You know that he's coming
Be what may
Be what may
Be what may
Be what may