You're making it obvious,
that the time isn't there for us
when you're ready girl I'll be waiting here,
I'm sat drunk in the afternoon
trip ready with a bunch of tunes
tired eyes are all that I hold dear
We've got skills and we've got charms
run on empty, and like the times before we take it seriously
we've got heart and we've got fire but most of all yeah we've got all of us
Well It's clear my dear, while you're out on the dance floor
I'll be five doors down listening to all of my
favorite songs in this place where I belong
In that place where I belong
Suns out and we're stuck in here,
man I hate this time of year,
and I wish that I could get away,
Back out on the road again,
an excuse to see all my friends
these times are all that I hold dear