I wish I was a little more clear headed
so I could paste the pieces of last night
I try not to regret it
sifting through the laughter and the lies

I guess that’s just the story of my life

I was born in a 60’s winter
my mom was young and my dad had an appetite
a saint and a sinner
wrestling with what’s wrong and what’s right

I guess that’s just the story of my life

When they roll me down the last long highway
you wont find me putting up a fight
if I could have things my way
they’d all be there just soaking up the light
wave good bye