He was crying on his porch when we turned on to his street. I rolled down his window from the driver's seat, handed him a cigarette & turned up the heat.

We're used to breakdowns and we're used to feeling lost. We've had a lot of friends whose lives paid the cost.

Well, we grew up around the tragedies that you read about & all we really talk about is getting the **** out. 

We act like our minds are perfectly clear
but we spend most nights overcome with fear.
Not tonight, blue eyes.
Turn up the music.
Have an other beer.
Smoke it down to the filter.
We're gonna make it through this year. 

*We're gonna make it through this year.