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 fucked 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 wont let it bring me down.
I wont 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.