light a fire 
burn up all you know 
you've had 
so much time just to 
let things go 
now you're 
burning letters out 
in the snow 
in your backyard 

years go rolling 
you're thirty three 
It's time 
for the cross 
or the bodhi tree 
but you'd 
like to cry when you 
skin your knee 
man's it's hard 

and it's the same old friends on new years eve 
the same snow falls on the same old leaves 
and there's the same old joy and the same old hurt 
same old corduroy shirt 

old storm windows, 
the broke-tail squirrel 
and the 
skateboard girls 
and your 
rusty brain cells give you a twirl 
Oh no 

kitchen radio, 
coffee's on 
oh you'd 
like a month just to lean up on 
but this 
open road wants to 
get you gone 
off you go 

and it's the same old jar of car keys by the door 
the same old scuffed up floor 
the same old thirst for more until the put you in the 
dirt 

It's the same old nights alone 
the same old "Baby when you coming home?" 
to feel the same old joy, oh the same old hurt 
same old corduroy shirt 
same old corduroy shirt