Lyrics

Nights are getting darker
And you know the reason why:
For every gold star teacher gives
There’s one less in the sky.
And we’re still trying to live down
The sins of a waking dream,
But we’re not the master of those thoughts
We’ve been keeping on a leash.

If you’ve got more to harvest than you’ve got seeds to sow,
Chasin’ those dreams just beyond your reach,
Then babe—ya got more room to grow.

Love, oh it’ll cost you,
But flesh is gettin’ cheap.
The prince in your head
Or the beast in your bed?
One’s a bargain, one’s a creep.

If you’ve got more to harvest than you’ve got seeds to sow,
Chasin’ those dreams just beyond your reach,
Then babe—ya got more room to grow.

Hearts are losing fire
‘Cause hands they dig no earth.
The company man says “I am, that I am”
But the banks know what he’s worth.
So tell me, which one are you now?
The ghost or the haunted home?
The card they played or the dollar saved?
Sisyphus or rollin’ stone?
Rollin’ stone—
Rollin’ stone—

If you’ve got more to harvest than you’ve got seeds to sow,
Chasin’ those dreams just beyond your reach,
Then babe—ya got more room to grow.

We’ve all got more to harvest than we’ve got seeds to sow,
Chasin’ those dreams just beyond our reach,
Then babe—
Oh, babe—
Oh, babe—
We’ve all got room to grow.