with the jobs ive taken
the bones that ive broken
seems nothings the way that it used to be
but now its over, i guess that im older
the proof is on paper in front of me
write it down, sound it out
make it loud, and this time make it count

im sorry for everything i did to you, i didnt mean it
late for my own funeral, as usual

im putting it down on paper
so i dont forget it all later
as if i could if i tried anyway
ill say that i learned my lesson
but ill make the same mistakes again
i think about this every day as i watch the towns fade through side view mirrors

with the jobs ive taken
the bones that ive broken
seems nothings the way that it used to be
but now its over, i guess that im older
the proof is on paper in front of me
write it down, sound it out
make it loud, make it count

i think about this every day, we all get old and fade away
but through it all i wont forget you

im sorry for everything i did to you, i didnt mean it
late for my own funeral, as usual
(you can give, you can take
but you might never find the answers)

moving on now to new situations
not able to turn to what felt so right
familiar faces, familiar places
you cant look or live at for one more night
write it down, sound it out
make it count, and this time make me proud