I wished away the bloody nose Covered up the bruises Sure I have my doubts but fathers so proud He pats me on the back and sits me down Says good boy, you blew them out all by yourself The school-yards changing, (keep you blurry) The fist-fights samey (an headached heads a rolling) Im throwing punches Your drop-drop-droping again Put tickets on me Ill only keepem to fly us home The mic rings hollow: Thisll be my year Check me in The curtain-calls on walkabouts Most of us are on the bench Just itching to get back in Give us something to write home about Before I bluff another get-well to myself Tell mama im a dreamer, And father im a sinner Dont bother with the in betweens Fell in love with the lazy winners, Kickin back our teens Put tickets on me Ill only keepem to fly us home The mic rings hollow Thisll be my year Check me in The curtain-calls on walkabouts Most of us are on the bench Just itching to get back in Da da da da da Put tickets on me Ill only keepem to fly us home The mic rings hollow Thisll be my year Check me in The curtain-calls on walkabouts Most of us are on the bench Just itching to get back in.