Spin my tires
Start my fires
I will wade on through
Castle red
I'll be dead
Long before you
I will die a poor man
Covered in dust
Dreaming of you
Tip toes
Plain clothes
I am a closed hand
Chipped brow
Somehow
I hope you understand
I will die a poor man
Covered in dust
Dreaming of you
I will die a poor man
Covered in dust
Dreaming of you