| Song | You never know |
| Artist | Santa Cruz |
| Album | micrOrgan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sitting in a car or lying on a roof, | |
| standing by the fire or pissing on the roots, | |
| walking on the dam, proudly, at noon, | |
| looking at the road signs or singing an old tune. | |
| People spend their time staring at the sky, | |
| you never know why. | |
| Every passing hour of every passing day, | |
| from the bottom to the top, from the thief | |
| to the cop, | |
| whatever comes a day, no matter what you say, | |
| this is just that simple, there’s nothing | |
| you can change. | |
| People spend their time staring at the sky, | |
| you never know why |
| Sitting in a car or lying on a roof, | |
| standing by the fire or pissing on the roots, | |
| walking on the dam, proudly, at noon, | |
| looking at the road signs or singing an old tune. | |
| People spend their time staring at the sky, | |
| you never know why. | |
| Every passing hour of every passing day, | |
| from the bottom to the top, from the thief | |
| to the cop, | |
| whatever comes a day, no matter what you say, | |
| this is just that simple, there' s nothing | |
| you can change. | |
| People spend their time staring at the sky, | |
| you never know why |
| Sitting in a car or lying on a roof, | |
| standing by the fire or pissing on the roots, | |
| walking on the dam, proudly, at noon, | |
| looking at the road signs or singing an old tune. | |
| People spend their time staring at the sky, | |
| you never know why. | |
| Every passing hour of every passing day, | |
| from the bottom to the top, from the thief | |
| to the cop, | |
| whatever comes a day, no matter what you say, | |
| this is just that simple, there' s nothing | |
| you can change. | |
| People spend their time staring at the sky, | |
| you never know why |