Sitting here drinking again... thinking back on how simple it used to be. Can it ever be that way again? I'm drinking this one to my friends. Looks like
Just like a sunny day can turn all dark and gray This game goes on and on Out on the streets, broken dreams they come so cheap No one can leave me for
I'm driving, listening to my radio, Checkin' out the airwaves, For something to believe in. Gimme Somethin' to hold true Give me something to sing about
I was alone, I decided to get up, decided to get out I picked up the phone and I gave my boys a shout Told 'em I'd be out around nine No particular plan
I'll sing this song to my bike And everything else that I like This goes out to my handlebars As I'm weaving through the cars This is for my squirrels
I put that record on just to make a sound The rhythm hit get my movement off the ground The soundtrack of what I want to be If I want to change the world
I've met some people along the way Some of them split some of them stay Some of them walk some walk on by I've got a few friends I'll love till I die
We can't agree on a single thing, I don't know why We almost killed each other on the inside I managed to be a jerk anyway It doesn't have to be this
Do you remember the days gone by? Or is there no point for us to even try Back when we didn't have a care in the world Getting drunk and chasing girls
Well, I walked into the bar and I put in twenty bucks Because I know people's taste in music sucks About four hours had passed Forty picks and my empty
I used to have home With a room and be A porch and a driveway With a big garage But I traded it in I kept some faith And laid my head down every night
Tonight we're alone And the music is right Do you feel good ? Do you feel alright tonight? I'm out on the streets tonight I'm with a few friends so it
I don't know what other people see Or what they think is love But I know know what it means to me I fall in love so easily And it's hard to let your
It's hot, it's a four-alarm fricassee boy This heat is killing me It's hot, it's hot tonight It's dwelling dicks in a deep-fry It's hot standing next
Passed some time on the stoop On the block were we used to sit I thought about it all too much I thought so hard I couldn't see Pete rode by on his Hutch
Goin' to the same old places Skipping like a broken record I love you all but I gotta get out And change this scenery I've got to find what I'm living
Music sounds in my ear There are bricks for my view I hear the train pass Now, I'm sure that I miss you But I'll keep my head and I'll try And I know
I'm on the outside looking in That's where my story begins Took the pain of growing up And I walked on through This is how I'm showing up I feel great