[Intro]
    

[Verse 1]

Remember when 

we’d sit aroun

d an ol’ fire
          
And you’d get 

your guitar ou

t to sing
          
We’d sing CCR,

 Jersey Giant,
              
Don’t Look Bac

              
k in Anger, Or

  
 anything by
       
Bruce Springst

een

Back when ol’ 

Anna would thr

ow her ol’
         
hands up with 

her face frame

d by the fire
    
And it got so 

late, we’d tak

e hits from a
              
joint mistake 

 
shooting stars

 for telephone

wires

and now I’ve g

rown partial t

o havin’ a
              
heart full of 


memories I can

not bear
    
The girls in s

ummer clothes 

and Lord
              
knows the soft

              
 scent of her 


long, dark,
             
river washed h

air

[Break]
    

[Verse 2]

And I think I 

might pack a b

ag in the nigh

t
     
Find me some s

mall town out 

west
          
Start over, fi

nd closure and

 just say
              
“I’m sorry” To

       
 that sweet gi

rl who tore
          
off that dress

The way the mo

on’s crestin’ 

over green
              
pines restin’ 

        
next to that c

oastline I rod

e

It made me thi

nk of you in t

he dirt out in
             
Santa Fe and a

             
ll of the good

          
 times I stole

Remember when 

Shawn was drun

k quotin’
         
Kerouac rememb

er when Steve 

quit the band

I don’t know n

othing but if 

I knew somethi

ng
            
I’d know that 

              
I’ve helped al

    
l I can

[Break]
    

[Verse 3]

I think it’s a

bout time that

 I sever it

You’d never lo

ok on me to yo

ur desperate
    
And I’ve never

 been more wor

ried about
            
The state of t

              
he world, angr

  
y girl

The time to st

ay’s passin’, 

I think of
              
my dad when th

  
e army and nav

y game’s on
    
And every nigh

t, I wonder if

 he’s proud
              
of the man who

       
 threw fists t

hat late night
        
in his lawn

I don’t like b

eing famous, t

hey tame you
              
then paint you

     
 as someone th

at you’ve neve

r
              
been and I’m p


issed my mama 

can’t see me
              
singin’ for th

            
is crowd out i

       
n deep Michiga

n

And I’ll leave

 you with some

thin’, don’t
              
leave with not

        
hin’ be safe o

n your long
              
drive home the

        
re ain’t nothi

ng in this poo

r
              
man’s apartmen

            
t apart from b

     
ein’ alone

And I wish you

 were around t

his time of ye

ar

Every time the

y drop that ba

ll
         
Drinkin’ parki

ng lot beers w

hile the fire
              
disappears Ove

  
r Times Square

 and western

home

[Outro]