Fatal habits, broken dreams Waking up isn't all it seems We held on to what couldn't see I carried you, you carried me
Camped out in Hollywood 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 song people get the lyrics wrong Verse verse we rode a raging bull Stomach empty, balls full
Late nights in Hollywood banging guitars and boys Swingsets and cigarettes were our joys were young and excited We were lost and alone We free but misguided And we had no place to call home
Why don't 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 to me, \"Jay, worth more\"
We were young and excited Lost and We were free but misguided And we'd found a place to call home