A beer stain on a jukebox A tractor in a field Fire flies on a screen door A home cooked meal Rolling down a dirt road Listening to a George Strait song
Jumping on another bus I don't need this rush no more Take your hands out of your pockets Turn the lights on I've been loosing too much time Taking back
Your sat on your own, you hear the phone Your mother calls you, you make a deal You shake on it but you know it'll fall through At the scene you're nice
Oi "Say, who you looking at?" I'm minding my own business in the corner With the one we all call Spats Says, "My other mates are up the bar" Eavesdropping
Cooler than an ice cream sundae Looking back we sure had some fun days Since then I've seen the trees Shed their leaves and grow again I cruise along
Ain't it always like that You got good intentions but just end up being a twat Seems you do anything to get a laugh It's tongue in cheek but that can
I'm walking 'round, pretty down on my luck When I saw my reflection in a puddle and said to myself How's it come so cold and numb in this town of mine
Sometimes the skills I lack are just the things that hold me back But they're the type of things that make me laugh the most Can we just carry on 'cause
I say can and you say not Turning back now I've found your hot spot This time's as good as any What you waiting for? Shake your conscience no regret
I was feeling inspired, now I'm just feeling tired Of your winging your moaning, just leave me alone I except what you're saying but the tunes that you
Said don't wait up for me 'Cause I'll be gone till well past three Yeah, it's one of those again Where a couple's just turned into ten I know it sounds
Well I been wasting away looking forward to this I feel rotten inside waiting for the big time You point the way and I'll follow the sign I got the devil
I forgot what I was even thinking then I been talking so much nonsense And the way in which you left me Made me think we don't even make sense And I
The best thing I can do right now is admit defeat But I know I won't as everything I say I feel I must repeat And if you ever was to ask me I'd gladly
Three unwise men travel underground Feeling inside makes a buzzin sound Lost their bearings lost all direction Still they push on These stepping-stones
What you asking that for When you already know the answer And what you going on like that for You know that's not the answer I suggest you stop Take
Woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah You see I was getting older, man So I decided to do something a little smart So I put some dough aside And I bought
Well, you're right, that's mad Mistaking love for something we never had And you're right, I'm just wrong But if you're honest you do go on and on and