I spent it all on the bag
On the drag
The sun comes up, the tide rolls out
The trucks roll by the park

Still a park where children play and pick up stones
Anything to make them feel less alone
He's alone
His mind is his own town

Where all his thoughts run aground
They fall all over and down
I spent it all on the bag
On the drag

The sun comes down, the tide rolls back
We crawl our way back to the house
We call home
He holds his home in the palm of his hand

And he says, and he says
"You are my everyone, you are my anyone
You are my anytime, you are my every time
You are my everywhere, anywhere..."

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