Hours on End - Citizen Cope

The moral of the story what is it?

Where do I start?

A woman collecting bottles in her shopping cart

She’s cursing at me as I walk down the block

Mad at what I lost, like I forgot

One man’s trash

Is another man’s treasure map

Oh I lost and found my anchor

In Good Ol' New Amsterdam

Got looked at like a stranger

By my own helping hand

Put myself in danger

Time and time again

I don’t want to battle

I want to lay you down

In a bed of flowers

For hours on end

I don’t want to struggle

I just want to love you

For Hours on End

I just want to get you back

Everything that’s been lost and stolen from you

Ohh I don’t want to battle

I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers

For hours on end

Yeah we sing loud and proud for a fifth

And it’s not just enough to get a lift

See that man on the corner’s gotta gift

People pay to watch him hanging off a cliff

And his daughter lost everything she knows

Now she’s spotted on the light on the shows

But still she feels so alone

So she had to get good at throwing stones

And the bandstand is playing her song

And we’re dancing to it all night long

I don’t want to battle

I want to lay you down

In a bed of flowers

For hours on end

I don’t want to struggle

I just want to love you

For hours on end

I just want to get you back

Everything that’s been lost and stolen from you

Ohh I don’t want to battle

I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers

For hours on end

For hours on End