How Are Things

There's no sweat on your brow
Do you remember when there was?
And all you needed was a good set of walking legs
And how you'd stay up high away from the floor

But that's the only place you seem to be
Every time I stop by to say
How are things? How are things?
How are things?

There's no hope left in your hands
Where went all of those good old plans?
And all we needed was to have a constant stand
Staying way up high away from the floor

But that's the only place you seem to be
Everytime I stop by to say
How are things? How are things?
How are things?
How are things? How are things?
How are things?

But that's the only place you seem to be
Every time I stop by to say