Fatal habits, broken Waking up isn't all it seems We held on to what we couldn't see I carried you, you carried me
Camped out in Hollywood roasting letters from your father We proved of the why bother We young and excited We were lost and alone We were free but misguided And we had no place to call home
old story, different song Most people get the lyrics wrong Verse by verse we rode a raging bull Stomach empty, balls full
Late in banging guitars and boys Swingsets and cigarettes were our joys We were young and excited We were lost and We were free but misguided And we had no place to call home
Why don't the Gideons leave condoms in the drawer? Bibles don't save many people anymore took up quarters in the bathroom There were dollars on the floor I looked you; you said to me, \"Jay, we're worth more\"
We were young and excited Lost and alone We were free but misguided we'd found a place to call home