Humming a tune to keep the chattering voice out
While running to where they smoke and drink in a tree house
…And then find your way home
Immortals with no morals, and no hang ups
Yeah, you just want to get drunk and get fucked up… again
And then find your way home
I was clumsy at the post bank
Lost in a foreign land
And begging in a language that no one understands
And I would have dropped a quarter when I got back to the states
But the mourning was almost over
And I guess I missed the wake
More insight, on with life
I get more insight, on with life
And I won’t let it bring me down
I won’t let it bring me down
I won’t let it bring me…
I know I’m never gonna see you again
But I’m thankful for the time that we spent
And every time I lose a friend I lose another layer of my armor
I know I’m never gonna see you again
But I’m thankful for the time that we spent
And every time I lose a friend I lose another layer of my armor