So you spend the years doing all you know is right. Yeah, just for tonight.
Good decisions, good intentions, good friends, good loves and good lies.
Now just tonights become too many years & too many tears. The well’s running dry & you’re losing the highs & losing the lines. Yeah..
If good intentions were all we needed, we could all make it through (x2)
You’re growing tired, but you love to live. And damn you do. And damned as you do.
Great nights, great times, great highs & great lines.
Now just tonights become too many years. And way too many tears.
Your well’s empty & you’ve lost your highs & nearly lost your mind.
When will this cycle stand still? Let me off this merry go round. I’m growing tired of the ride. Yeah, tired of the ride.
…We could all make it… We could all make it through…