Traveled boots, they fit right Leather creased by steps since I lose squalor Aged like wine but still there's a hum Climbing midway up the map Other pavement, dress school slacks Sneers remind me here that still there's a hum Turn it over, pour out the cup You see the bottom, you've got enough Descend, descend, it's the way Like copper in a coffee tin Worthless though in palaces Water plus vitamins and still there's a hum Edit clear of webs and vines Real ambition can't be defined Cliché but, never mind, still there's a hum Turn it over, pour out the cup You see the bottom, you've got enough Descend, descend, descend, descend, it's the way Turn it over, pour out the cup You see the bottom, you've got enough Descend, descend, descend, descend Descend, descend, descend, descend Descend, descend