Dying For

Well, you're leaving As you walk right through the door I am seeing All the differences now I keep keeping On the wrong side of the street I keep believing Believing in the make believe I've got some problems Keeping folks around And I've been writing songs Songs for the crowd Is the dream worth dying for When you're six feet underground? And what you lying for Oh, aren't you tired out? Is the dream worth dying for When you're six feet underground? And what you lying for Oh, aren't you tired out? Tell me all your secrets Come on, spit 'em out I can see your demons Yeah, you got a lot And if you keep running Sure enough, you'll run out And is it worth keeping If it's keeping you down? We cuffed our jeans To keep 'em off the streets And we packed up our things To keep ourselves free Told ourselves the open road Is the only way to go Well, I told myself so many times That the road left me alone Is the dream worth dying for When you're six feet underground? And what you lying for Oh, aren't you tired out? Is the dream worth dying for When you're six feet underground? And what you lying for Oh, aren't you tired out? Aren't you tired out? Aren't you tired out? Aren't you tired out? Aren't you tired out?