Climbing up laser beams that light the electric sky
All your lights can’t save me
We may not grow money, but man we grow old
The streets they say this kid’s on a mission
as the plans turn in to compromise the promises all turn to lies
Head rests on my hands
It brands these bones.
Cross the bridges not yet burned
I put in the pictures, you put in the time
For the first time, not the last
Give you three bucks for your sympathy and another for a cigarette
Don’t follow your head, follow your heart
We’ve put in the time casting our lines off shore.
The boat in the harbor, I rule the marina