Texty: Jack Johnson. On And On. Fall Line.

By the way
You know that hope will make you strange
Make you blink make you blank make you sink
It will make you afraid of change
And often blame
The box with the view of the world
And the walls that fill the frame
I turn it up but then I turn it off
Because I can't stand when they start to talk
About the hurtin' and killin'
Whose shoes are we fillin'
The damage and ruin
And the things that we're doin'
We gotta we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
We gotta rewind and start it up again

Because we fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Somebody saw him jump
Yeah but nobody saw him slip
I guess he lost a lot of hope
And then he lost his grip
Now he's lying in the freeway
In the middle of this mess
Guess we lost another one
Just like the other one
Optimistic hypocrite
That didn't have the nerve to quit
The things that kept him wanting more
Until he finally reached the core

Fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na