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