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...