I spent it all

On the bag

On the drag 

The sun comes up, the tide rolls out,

The trucks roll by the park, still a park

Where children play and pick up stones, 

Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone

His mind is his own town where his thoughts run aground

They fall all over and down

I spent it all

On the bag

On the drag

The sun comes down, the tide rolls back,

We crawl our way back to the house we call home

He holds his home in the palm of his hand

And he says, and he says

You are my everyone, you are my anyone

You are my anytime, you are my everytime,

You are my everywhere... anywhere...