I wish I was a little more clear headed so I could paste the pieces of last night I try not to regret it sifting through the laughter and the lies I guess that's just the story of my life I was born in a 60's winter my mom was young and my dad had an appetite a saint and a sinner wrestling with what's wrong and what's right I guess that's just the story of my life When they roll me down the last long highway you wont find me putting up a fight if I could have things my way they'd all be there just soaking up the light