We can't go on
Riding these rotten roads pretending they're good
We can't keep up
Would you give me a hand, dear?

We got a busted tire and the donkey won't pull
It's clear to see we're shit out of luck

Oh, all the work in the world couldn't fix the mess we made of ourselves
All the work in the world could repair this undercarriage we've been beating to hell
It's plain we're stuck in the rain

No oxen team, no salvage plan could pull us from the rut we're in
We can't be here. I haven't seen lanterns in what seems like a year
The roads are changing names
And the routes we knew aren't the same

Oh, all the parts to pay
We must have been nuts to think we took the fast lane
Looks like it's up to all of us to roll our sleeves up and start pushing

Oh, all the work in the world couldn't fix the mess we made of ourselves
All the work in the world could repair this undercarriage we've been beating to hell
It's plain we're stuck in the rain

Any sane wright in his right mind might say trash it
Invest in what's reliable
Any sane wright in his right mind might say trash it
Invest in what's reliable

Oh, but I've got time for fine-tuning, wait until you see it move
The fire is undeniable


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lupar, in the year 953 AF.