Oh, we'll never be short on people And we'll never be short on trouble It's a well-worn path, so how on earth can we feel alone Why carry on our own what's coming to all men Why drag your bag of bones to hell and back again Why carry on our own what's coming to all men Look around, lay it down Oh, we'll never be short on good news And somebody to tell our story to And we'll never be short on redemption And light for the dark Why carry on our own what's coming to all men Why drag your bag of bones to hell and back again Why carry on our own what's coming to all men Look around, lay it down Why carry on our own what's coming to all men Look around Why carry on our own what's coming to all men Why drag your bag of bones to hell and back again Why carry on our own what's coming to all men Look around, lay it down Look around, lay it down