My good friends speak
Like they did last year
Last nights just a blur
Through a head full of beer
My good friends speak
Like they did last year
And last years just a blur
Through a head of full beer
Wheres your wisdom
Put that broken bottle down
Let the wind in your sails
Take you out of this town so sad
I think Im dying
And if lifes just a living room
Then Im in the hall and Im glad
If lifes just a living room
Im in the hall and Im glad
Oh Im glad, Im glad, Im glad
Now the dawn it has broke
Still the night dont clear
Memories falling in the mornin rain
Im up too close, to see it clear
And last years just a blur
Through a head of full beer