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