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

wave good bye