One, two, all right.Don't tell him that I told you, but it blows my mind.And if the end is near, I'm just glad to be here.I ain't promised them all, but I ain't scared of the grave.Just thankful for the breath of a brand new day.Been nitpicking people, trying to throw me off track.I just keep on rolling, keep on rolling like an old train smoke blowing.What they don't see is the shade under the oak tree, sunshine behind the clouds.Rich dirt growing up tomatoes, past the salt I can almost taste them.Some folks, they focus on the broke spoke, not me, I'm so over things I don't and could have had.Bring on the good, bring on the bad, cause even if the end is near.I'm just glad to be here.Slow down, take a look around.Slow down, take a good look around.Slow down, take a long look around.Slow down, take a good long look all the way around.What they don't see is the shade under the oak tree, sunshine behind the clouds.Rich dirt growing up tomatoes, past the salt I can almost taste them.Some folks, they focus on the broke spoke, not me, I'm so over things I don't and could have had.Bring on the good, bring on the bad, cause even if the end is near.Even if the end is near.I'm just glad to be here.Slow down, take a look around.Some folks, they focus on the broke spoke, not me, I'm so over things I don't and could have had.Bring on the good, bring on the bad, cause even if the end is near.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.