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