When the gravel turns to oil
Was it your intention
To be part of it all
Or to never take part at all?
And now 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, yeah we gotta get 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, yeah we gotta get 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 brain
And the whole of your heart
So these optimistic songs we hear
They mean nothing at all
Because things will never be okay this way
They will never be okay

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