Down on your hands and knees, underneath the pop up trees
Digging through sticks and stones, looking for store bought bones
Waiting on the rising sun, clutching at your holster gun
Praying on a shooting star that I can be wherever you are
Looking through a telescope, maybe there‘s a sign of hope
Leaving everything behind, stirring a store bought mind
Sitting at the edge of your seat, wishing you were here by me
Sifting through the mud and the bricks, looking for a store bought fix
You can‘t buy what you can‘t find
What you can‘t buy, what you find
What you can‘t buy, what you can
You can‘t buy what you can‘t find, what you can
You can‘t buy what you can‘t find, what you can
Buy what you find, what you can‘t find, what you can
You can‘t buy what you can‘t find, what you can
You can‘t buy what you can‘t find, what you can