Tired Souls Don't Write Songs

[Intro] [Verse 1] Tired eyes see colors of the sun that sets over fresh cut ground Tired hands play better cause they play less to make a softer sound Tired skin still selling just as long as there's tired minds around Tired mouths ain't talking them empty words that bring a tired man down [Chorus] It's a player with no game A town without a name A judge who don't know right from wrong Tired souls don't write songs [Verse 2] Tired legs ain't getting to where they're going cause they can't hold weight Tired ears ain't hearing how music row's in a pitiful state Tired hearts quit looking they can't find love in a world of hate Tired lives ain't living just taking up space and laying in wait [Chorus] It's a field without corn Birthday never being born Liftin' never getting strong Tired souls don't write songs [Outro] Tired souls don't write songs And you'll never sing along Tired souls don't write songs And they'll never not belong Tired souls don't write songs And you'll never know they're gone Tired souls don't write songs And you'll never know they're gone you'll never know they're gone