Whatever Works Songtext
von Oliver Houston

Washed up or drip-dried?
It′s late in life for passing time
False starts, missed marks, a broken stride (if you're fine it′s fine)
Stand by the nice try, or clarify if you're scraping by
Sun bleached the beach run and out of light
Does patience hurt you?
Taking steps to something small but over your head
Ancient virtues?
Greasy dudes in platitudes were never my thing
Teenage curfew?
Read the book, took the nap, and watched the rain after that
Fast food drive-thrus?
Preference is the privilege we forgot how to name
Home brew pull through?


You're all I′ve got to feel about from now until I′m old
Tired tattoos?
Thinking I should grab me some to share with the world
Asset values?
Everyone's a greedy shit
Look at ′em run, look at 'em run!
Tried my best at being a "man" all about it
Does anybody know what that means anyway?
I guess some things are simply too hard to stand without
And others never go like you planned
Is that okay? Whatever works is worth its weight in pyrite
In whether you call me up or call it a day
But there′s never been a question: we were made to go together
Now is all I've ever wanted, and no, I don′t want nothing to change