Here comes the day I see my friends far away, When I grow up inside what will happen to me? The city sights the business types, I can see but where are
I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of omission I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding to the overwhelming
One summer morning He left us ashamed In some small town of small ways The one they feared They might turn to stone They feared to hold his hand And he
Look at the world in disbelief You used to follow - now you lead College has enlightened you And you are proud to be different And like different bands
Labors of commitment Blood of his arms A growing sense of duty But in his song he's screaming out Insuficient - he just falls further behind Principles
Sunday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn And I'm drunk and at the helm before too long And Chris will gladly ride shotgun navigating
They make your bed, don't they Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed ? It's said that we've acquired tolerance to build more bridges
Silent again - when spoken their is friction and conflict why do we rub each other wrong maybe we've known each other too well for too long you and i
don't call it a movement, there's other ways of saying it call it brown table and i'm playin' it down make it round even a wear account fat amounts blazin
Written by Van Morisson Hey where did we go, days when the rain came. Down in the hollow, playin' a new game. Laughin' and a runnin' , hey hey, skippin
Lies and words Silent again When spoken their is friction and conflict Why do we rub each other wrong Maybe we've known each other too well for too
I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition Days of omission I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding to the overwhelming
Maggie, you ever been kicked in the head by a bull? Gotta drive all night ??? Got to designate a driver before the show I took a nap at the wheel There
Trying to ignore him Trying to have self control When that tounge slips just once It's in his eyes Thank you... Silence my energy Push me down And
One summer morning He left us ashamed In some small town of small ways The one they feared They might turn to stone They feared to hold his hand And
I just lost my job I just lost my girl things are getting way out of con(trol) but my living proff is writing me Thrust me down,I'll never leave over
