I'm a hill and you're the broken wheel   we may make it down but it won't be pretty   row your little boat ashore   and talk like you know it all   tall tales of a girl whose shadow was her sun      I'm the needle and you're the broken record   we make a sound but it won't be sweet   and I'll go play a rock show   and you'll make a pretty penny   and we'll rub our copper eyes until they shine      gonna need them in the morning   gonna need all I can get   gonna need them in the morning      I'm the clock and you're the broken hands   we may make a time but it won't be right   I'll fly the atlantic   you'll take the pacific   and we'll trade our separate time zones in the night      I'll fly the atlantic   but you'll be more specific   and we'll trade our separate time zones in the night      gonna need them in the morning   gonna need all I can get   gonna need them in the morning      let's get some rest