Well, you know where you are and you know where you've been.
But, oh, my brother, you're lost like me.
And I'd offer a hand
But you know that you can't cut any corners when you're going in circles.
When you're going..

So you look to the sky and start trusting your feet
To find the right path, and now you're not like me.
I was never the type to put my trust into my luck.
It's gone, if it was there to begin with.

Either way, there's a hole we're digging right beneath our feet.
We might say that we know what we're doing,
But who are we kidding?

Now you're home, got dirt on your hands.
And, oh, my brother, you're broke like me.
Got lost in the woods, got caught up in scams.
Got nothing but headaches from all your plans.

But I got no answers, and neither did you.
Got a rock for a heart now, and you hold a grudge or two.
But as soon as you can, just let it all go.
Take a word from someone who knows.

So let's have a drink and take shots at the moon.
We can tear the sky down, burn the scenery too.
We got nothing to lose.
So let's pick a fight and cut our knuckles on whatever's around now.

Let's toss out these dreams and watch them all fall.
We don't need them anymore
Now we know where we stand
Now we know where we stand
Now we know where we stand, so we know where we'll likely sink, too.

Either way, there's a hole we're filling right beneath our feet.
We might say that we know what we're doing
But who are we kidding?