The Raconteurs:Store Bought Bones

Down on your hands and knees, underneath the pop-up trees.
Digging through sticks and stones, looking for store bought bones.
Waiting on the rising sun, clutching at your holstered gun.
Praying on a shooting star that I can be wherever you are.

Looking through a telescope, maybe there's a sign of hope.
Leaving everything behind, stirring a store bought mind.
Sitting at the edge of your seat, wishing you were here by me.
Sifting through the mud and the bricks, looking for a store bought fix.

You can't buy what you can't find
What you can't buy what you find,
What you can't buy, what you can.

You can't buy what you can't find, what you can.
You can't buy what you can't find, what you can.
Buy what you find, what you can't find, what you can.

You can't buy what you can't find, what you can.
You can't buy what you can't find, what you can.