Whoever said perfection lies in a winning hand Never picked themselves off the ground Never blew the plan This one's for the losers and the ones who took the fall Unsung heroes, a dying breed, don't you hang them on a wall Following dreams to spite ourselves Couldn't say the reason why Hadn't seen nothing you haven't seen yet With shades drawn down on eyes Time to get back to the natural state I don't care what grows on trees Cause when your dreams start chasing you Money won't set them free We've got a few more years No need to turn the hands of time No need for fears, bleeding hearts aside And our time will come like those who walked before In a hundred years it won't matter anymore ♪ As hellos turn to goodbyes, worry turning near Could it all be done over but in the end might still be here So preachers, keep on preaching, for the sinner's cross to bear Is heavy as a rolling stone and soft like the morning air We've got a few more years, no need to turn the hands of time No need for fears, bleeding hearts aside And our time will come like those who walked before In a hundred years it won't matter anymore In a hundred years it won't matter anymore