The moral of the story what is it? Where do I start? A woman collecting bottles in her shopping cart She's cursing at me as I walk down the block Mad at what I lost, like I forgot One man's trash Is another man's treasure map Oh I lost and found my anchor In Good Ol' New Amsterdam Got looked at like a stranger By my own helping hand I Put myself in danger Time and time again I don't want to battle I want to lay you down In a bed of flowers For hours on end Oh, I don't want to struggle But, I just want to love you For Hours on End Yeah we sing loud and proud for a fifth And it's not just enough to get a lift See that man on the corner's gotta gift People pay to watch him hanging off a cliff And his daughter lost everything she knows Now she's spotted on the light on the shows But still she feels so alone So she had to get good at throwing stones And the bandstand is playing her song And we're dancing to it all night long I don't want to battle I want to lay you down In a bed of flowers For hours on end Oh, I don't want to struggle But, I just want to love you For hours on end I just want to get you back Everything that's been lost and stolen from you Ohh I don't want to battle I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers For hours on end For hours on End