Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The hopeless came in the dark
The winners toil with all the answers
By the way, what ya doin'?
The dusty films of a fine charade
I'm messing with the soul untied
And all it takes you is anywhere
Farewell to those charming eyes
Forty days till we rest again (Sit tight y'all)
Forty days is a shame you know
Fade on till the summertime
I've got to go
[Verse 2]
The hopeless came in the dark
The winners toil with all the answers
Until were all out for sure
By the way, what you doing?
I'm far too along, and it's all for rent
Unless it's know, we'll give it one shot
(Very long)
Messing with the soul one time
Messing with the soul tonight
Fade out till the summertime
I got to go
Written by: Allen Archer Prewitt, Eric T. Claridge, John Cameron Mcentire, Sam S. Prekop