A Never Ending Endeavor (Big Drill Car)

Hello my pretty have the years not been so kind to you It sounds little safe enough but it's a reflection of the Things that we use to do it I remember them well Weren't you surprised to find year book It's just a version of hell To what do we owe the honor? I thought by now that we could leave it all behind The never ending endeavor With no point to find So by and by The pound that may be fine The case so anyway You think you need to save the face (faith) Or maybe you, would like to see The tug of war that goes on inside of me Well it depends, my point of view And which is which, and maybe just who is who Well keep them straight, don't cross them up Cause either way you know you'll never reach the top Yearbooks are scattered, all across the bedroom floor And if you've got a minute She'll gladly show you some Boy's the least to need it I'll be the first to say She'll think that you don't mean it Cause she's to feelin ok To what do we owe the honor? I thought by now that we could leave it all behind The never ending endeavor With no point to find So by and by The pound that may be fine The case so anyway You think you need to save the faith Or maybe you, would like to see The tug of war that goes on inside of me Well it depends, my point of view And which is which, and maybe just who is who Well keep them straight, don't cross them up Cause either way you know you'll never reach the top So by and by The pound that may be fine The case so anyway You think you need to save the face Or maybe you, would like to see The tug of war that goes on inside of me