When the gravel turns to oil   Was it your intention to be part of it all?   Or to never take part at all?   And how you won’t be bothered   But it was never my intention to push you away, away.      So light the torches and turn the ringer off   Let’s get back, Yah, we gotta’ get it back    To where we once belonged      So light the torches and turn the ringer off   Let’s get back, Yah, we gotta’ get it back    To where we once belonged      Be what may.   Be what may.       So light the torches and turn the ringer off.    Let’s get back, Yah, we gotta’ get it back    To where we once belonged      So light the torches and turn the ringer off.    Let’s get back, Yah, we gotta’ get it back    To where we once belonged      This hunt for something worthwhile to make us stick   Well our goal is getting fuzzy.   And our hopes are running dry   It’s all a matter of finding the other half of your own brain   And the whole of your heart   So these optimistic songs we hear   They mean nothing at all   Because things will never be ok this way.   They will never be ok, this way      Be what may.      So scrimp and save and blow your fingernails dry   And some of the guilt away   But you know that he’s coming,    You know that he’s coming   Be what may       So scrimp and save and blow your fingernails dry   And some of the guilt away   But you know that he’s coming,    You know that he’s coming   Be what may    Be what may   Be what may   Be what may