she got dressed

he's made of sand

not flesh and not bone

he's as good as the seeds he's sown

but he loves you so

like no one else you know could do

put your wedding dress on

on the tip of my tongue

as the back beat cracks

i hit my drum

i get into the car

my interrogation starts

in the passenger seat

there's a ton of mess of tangled leads

and a golden ring

glimmerin' at her feet

and the beat it goes on

she got she

got dressed got

she got dressed up

and the beat it goes on

is he quick on his feet?

does he ever look past you on the street?

is he ever on time

when he's getting home at night?

in the opposite side

every argument keepin' every night

is it what you accept?

is there anything that's left?

and the beat it goes on

she got she

got dressed got

she got dressed up

and the beat it goes on

she got she

got dressed got

she got dressed up

beat will go on

yeah the beat will go

for the king in the pot

yeah the beat will go on

beat will go on

over land over still

out of the garden and over the hill