Lyrics
The Sun Comes Around, for me
I’m in the middle of everything I see
The brilliance, the splendor, you get me, bartender
The Sun Comes Around, for me
If you shake hands with a preacher, count your fingers walk on by
‘cuz monsters don’t just live beneath your bed
The man tells you how to live, how to think, how to feel, how much to give
and to break your back to make some bully rich, until you’re dead
The Sun Comes Around, for me
I’m in the middle of everything I see
The wind comes and goes, and it rattles our bones
The Sun Comes Around, for me
And sometimes a cloud blows in cold
I start to feel lonesome and old
Hope you can learn, from my mistakes, ‘cuz I sure never did
They say Jesus loves me, but that’s about it
The Sun Comes Around, for me
I’m in the middle of everything I see
I stand here and cry, and the world blows on by
The Sun Comes Around, for me
The Sun Comes Around, for me
I’m in the middle of everything I see
The wind comes and goes, and it rattles our bones
The Sun Comes Around, for me