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