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