I'm all out of tricks
Not a bone left to pick
And I'm still not sure what I found

But if I'm damned if I do
And I'm damned if I don't
Suppose it's better to stick around

I do worry too much
God, am I doing enough?
Keeping every ounce of youth I can hold

But I hold in my hands
Words of a wandering man
"Even the desert does go cold"

When you've got no more to give
Oh, the memory still lives
Sometimes feelings ain't what they seem

Like a love I once knew
Like an old tattoo
I can't really tell you what it means

But I ain't calling it quits
Those words on my lips
I'm gonna sing until the day that I die

And if the dreams don't come true
If I never find you
Well, at least I can say that I tried