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