Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook:
They were all for you
Looking back today at a history of forty pages
This will be the last one
I've been digging this grave long enough
I've been hung up on your smile
But if I lift my head up high enough:
I can see for miles and miles
Looking up today at the sun-stained hills of the western slope
I won't look back again
Driving north today back to the streets of old Fort Collins
Tonight I'm home with all my friends
F*ck no, I won't miss you
I've got some other sh** to do
God damn, it's about time for me to get on with my life
Dust off your shoes son
We're going out to have some fun
It's all good now