Now our luck may have died and out love may
be cold but with you forever i’ll stay
we’re goin’ out where the sand’s turnin’ to gold
so put on your stockin’s ‘cause the night’s getting’ cold and maybe everything dies
that’s a fact but maybe everything that dies
someday comes back
Now i been lookin’ for a job but it’s hard to find
down here it’s just winners and losers and
don’t get caught on the wrong side of that line
well i’m tired of comin’ out on the losin’ end
so honey last night i met this guy and i’m
gonna do a little favor for him