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