There ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Money don’t grow on trees,
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed,
There ain’t nothing in this world for free.
I know I can’t slow down,
I can’t hold back though you know I wish I could,
No there ain’t no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.