I just came to smell the flowers here in someone's darkest hour I don't even know the one they've laid to rest But anyplace there's a crowd and anywhere they're crying loud Just seems to be the place I love the best.
Surrounded by the blues in a place that losers use Where one smile cost at least a million tears Look in for my past in the bottom of a glass The only place I've looked for many years.
Now the ground don't seem so very low when you're down About as far as you can go And it's pretty hard to smile while the whole world laughs in your face And with no will left to live the world moves fast while you lie still Too weak to stand and just not enough man to join the race.
So I just came to smell the flowers here in someone's darkest hour I don't even know the one they've laid to rest But anyplace there's a crowd and anywhere they're crying loud Just seems to be the place I love the best...