I took a trip down to Mexico With my father and brother, Ansel You can't know, well, you can't ever really know Was I really supposed to know? How the hell would I know? There it goes!
I made a mess of myself and the trip on the whole My father stayed patient with me; why? I don't know You can't know, you can't ever really know That's the last time I'd see my brother, Ansel There it goes, so!
Troubles on the head winds, troubles on the tail winds Troubles on the head winds, troubles on the tail winds
Me and my sister we hung on the phone Watching the news as they looked for Ansel On top of that mountain, underneath the snow Their dogs were a-sniffing, I guess you never know You can't know, well, you can't ever really know Would you really want to know? How the hell would you know?
On gears around an uncaring sun It doesn't know what it gave As the bone moon winds 'round again Again this allows one sphere's heart to pump Pumping waves of hearts that come and go And then come and then
You can't know, well, you won't ever really know Would you really want to know? No, you can't know The last time that you'll ever see another soul No, you never get to know No, you don't knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
