I lost everything I thought had I liste everything that made me sad But nothing is nothing and I know that Nothing is nothing and I ain't glad
Well, I'm the road with a book of truths I'm on the search for silver loots The maps are drawn all through the sky's I see the signs in strangers eyes
And all the animals are gone All the animals are gone
Ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho. Well, you are a good sing that now is a good time
Saddle up you pony no grab it all, we'll go to rio Yet nothing is nothing and I know that Nothing is nothing and I ain't glad
And the storms all through your clothes Let the ink run down your nose [incomprehensible] for you to see Maybe that's how it's supposed to be
And all the animals are gone All the animals are gone
Ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho. Oh, you are a good sing that now is a good time Ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho. You are a good sing that now is a good time
And all the animals are gone All the animals are gone
Ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho. Oh, you are a good sing that now is a good time Ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho, ah-ho. Oh, you are a good sing that now is a good time
Compositores: Anthony Edward Whiting, Lisa Helen Mitchell (Lisa Mitchell) ECAD: Obra #3300598