You can never have enough of a good thing
Good things don't come around with enough to bring
And it always leaves you thinking maybe things are never gonna change around here
You can never write a song with no ending
The hardest that you try, that song will always win
It makes you want to give in and write another verse just for fun but you can't
I guess all your wishful thinking never paid off in the end, in the end
I'm a little gone but I know I'm living wrong
I take my chances by the days gone by
I know love's a pretty song but sometimes I just sing along
And walk the broken path that I call home, back to where I'm from
You can drive your beat up car and go to Vegas
And gamble all your life, no, you'll never need a friend
Until you're out of money and sleeping in the streets once again, once again
I guess all your wishful thinking never paid off
I'm a little gone but I know I'm living wrong
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I take my chances by the days gone by
I know love's a pretty song but sometimes I just sing along
And walk the broken path that I call home, back to where I'm from
You can drive across the map for no good reason
With a guitar on your back and that song you want to sing
You can meet a girl in Austin and bring her back to Boston in the fall, in the fall
'Cause the one good thing to happen is happening to you now
I'm a little gone but I know I'm living wrong
I take my chances by the days gone by
I know love's a pretty song but sometimes I just sing along
And walk the broken path that I call home
Back to where I'm from, back to where I'm from, back to where I'm from