We were just seventeen. And all alone. We had our hands in the gutter. But our hearts in the warm clouds. She said I know it's gonna hurt like hell. But it's all right.
Hail the sun. And all this glory. The radios on. It's playing your favorite song. I wish you hadn't died last night. I cannot bring you back. So can I come along.
Who knows? I don't.. You got your head in a wheel. And it's getting me down. Too much these days.. So say what you want to. And drink up.. We can chase it all down.