Lyrics:
I don't know what else could make it goI don't know what else to do to make it come, yeahMaybe I'm tired of thinkingMaybe my lines are growing oldWell, that's enough crying for todayIs that enough enemies to make you stay, yeahMaybe I'm tired of thinkingMaybe my lines are growing oldDon't let the sunDon't let the sunDon't let the sun go down on meDon't let the sunDon't let the sunDon't let the sun go down on meMama, I think I'm getting coldWhat if I can't remember what you told me?Maybe I'm tired of thinkingMaybe my lines are growing oldIt looks like I just lost my handI think I'll throw my stick back in the sand, yeahMaybe I'm tired of thinkingMaybe my lines are growing oldDon't let the sunDon't let the sunDon't let the sun go down on meDon't let the sunDon't let the sunDon't let the sun go down on me