I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The [bad word] up, the tide rolls out
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] aground
They fall all over and down
I spent it all
On the bag
On the drag
The [bad word] 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 y
You are my everywhere...anywhere...