After your gold rush, will you come back to this town?
I can sit you down
It’s a lonesome life for such a busy heart like mine
I work my hands like they're getting paid
But I can smile at all the things I’ve made
Maybe they took the shine out of the city you think is so pretty
Still you strip the sand like it owes you apologies
Apologies
Still, I work my bones like they owe me
Mo-ney
I laugh alone 'cause good jokes
Are still funny
This television gives me a reason to stay awake at night
And I roll around in my hand-me-down nightgown
'Til I get it right
Maybe they took the shine out of the city you think is so pretty
Still you strip the sand like it owes you apologies
Apologies
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh ohhhhhhhh
