Hang Around - Tumbleweed

When today’s just a taste of a new tomorrow

And there’s a throne in the tomb of the ancient tarot

And it’s new and it’s true and they call it retro

More than once upon a time

When ignorance was mine

Didn’t have the time for

Hanging out

And I’ve seen it all before

It’s too hard to ignore

I do nothing else but

Hang around

With a sin in the hand is an evolution

See you take what you get is a new illusion

When the sun disappears leaving only shadow

There’s a hole in your soul and it’s getting bigger oh