I'm standing on the corner

in this spot that my shoes found to be rent free

I'm standing on the inside

and I'm looking out at the world and it seems so empty

No one has the time

The spring has sprung and

the watch unwinds on the dynamo

But I would trade the riches of the world

for a worthless bag of bones



Oh, worthless bones

Oh, take me home

Oh, worthless bones, oh



I'm walking down the old familiar street

where I once sat upon my father's knee

And I'm waking up to find a barren lot

scattered with broken glass and shattered dreams

Nowhere is my home

My vagabond carnival heart will forever roam

But I would trade the secrets of my soul

for a worthless bag of bones



Why are we all in a hurry

to sail beneath a make-shift mast

when the winds of change

are blowing nowhere fast



I'm sitting beneath an old oak tree

like the first one I climbed when I was three

and I'm thinking about a little shoebox

that I buried in the ground



Worthless bones take me home to my wonder years

Worthless bones take me far away from here

Worthless bones take me home to my tender years

Worthless bones take me far away from here