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 f**ed 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