we've been working around it, taking the gloves off
working around it, keeping our pants on
working around it, baby my hat's off to ya
hallelujah, I was wrong
we're finally getting our heads around it, under the weight of the world
the truth can hurt when you're so confounded; just give me my songs and my girl
making demands when I know you're tired, breaking the best of these things
bringing you down when you're so inspired, but look what tomorrow might bring
we'll be working around it, taking the gloves off
working around it, keeping our pants on
working around it, baby my hat's off to ya
hallelujah, I was wrong
I talked it over with the boys in the bar
I took the dogs out walking in the midnight dark
we got it easy if you stare into space
and find a falling freckle on your lover's face
yes, working around it, taking the gloves off
working around it, keeping our pants on
working around it, baby my hat's off to ya
hallelujah, I was wrong
