Hours on End

The moral of the story what is it?
 Where do I start?
 A woman collecting bottles in her shopping cart
 She's cursing at me as I walk down the block
 Mad at what I lost, like I forgot
 One man's trash
 Is another man's treasure map
 Oh I lost and found my anchor
 In Good Ol' New Amsterdam
 Got looked at like a stranger
 By my own helping hand
 I Put myself in danger
 Time and time again
 I don't want to battle
 I want to lay you down
 In a bed of flowers
 For hours on end
 Oh, I don't want to struggle
 But, I just want to love you
 For Hours on End
 Yeah we sing loud and proud for a fifth
 And it's not just enough to get a lift
 See that man on the corner's gotta gift
 People pay to watch him hanging off a cliff
 And his daughter lost everything she knows
 Now she's spotted on the light on the shows
 But still she feels so alone
 So she had to get good at throwing stones
 And the bandstand is playing her song
 And we're dancing to it all night long
 I don't want to battle
 I want to lay you down
 In a bed of flowers
 For hours on end
 Oh, I don't want to struggle
 But, I just want to love you
 For hours on end
 I just want to get you back
 Everything that's been lost and stolen from you
 Ohh I don't want to battle
 I want to lay you down in a bed of Flowers
 For hours on end
 For hours on End