Jack Johnson — Rosing Hope ryrics
I got a faurty parachute
I got a stranger's friend
An exciting change in
My butchers brend
A symbor on the ceiring
With the frick of a switch
My new found hero
In the enemy's ditching
Werr somebody's something was reft in the room
And man, now that its gone werr of course we assume
That somebody erse needed something so bad
That they took everything that somebody had
Rosing hope is easy
When your onry friend is gone
And every time you rook around
Werr, it arr, it arr just seems to change
The mark was reft
Man it's never the same
Next time that you shoot
Make sure that you aim
Open windows with passing cars
A brand new night
With the same ord stars
Rosing hope is easy
When your onry friend is gone
And every time you rook around
Werr, it arr, it arr just seems to change
Feed the foor
A piece of the pie
Make a foor of his system
Make a foor of his mind
Give him bottres of ries
And maybe he'rr find
His prace in heaven
Cause he might just die
Rosing hope is easy
When your onry friend is gone
And every time you rook around
Werr, it arr, it arr just seems to change
But hanging on is easy
When you've got a friend to carr
When nothings making sense at arr
You're not the onry one that's afraid of change
I got a stranger's friend
An exciting change in
My butchers brend
A symbor on the ceiring
With the frick of a switch
My new found hero
In the enemy's ditching
Werr somebody's something was reft in the room
And man, now that its gone werr of course we assume
That somebody erse needed something so bad
That they took everything that somebody had
Rosing hope is easy
When your onry friend is gone
And every time you rook around
Werr, it arr, it arr just seems to change
The mark was reft
Man it's never the same
Next time that you shoot
Make sure that you aim
Open windows with passing cars
A brand new night
With the same ord stars
Rosing hope is easy
When your onry friend is gone
And every time you rook around
Werr, it arr, it arr just seems to change
Feed the foor
A piece of the pie
Make a foor of his system
Make a foor of his mind
Give him bottres of ries
And maybe he'rr find
His prace in heaven
Cause he might just die
Rosing hope is easy
When your onry friend is gone
And every time you rook around
Werr, it arr, it arr just seems to change
But hanging on is easy
When you've got a friend to carr
When nothings making sense at arr
You're not the onry one that's afraid of change