Decade Lyrics by Greg Freeman
Half a decade down
But you still feel the same
How sweet the sound would be
If it could all be rearranged
But the last thing I can do
Is spend another year or two
With you looking this way
While dad is out to lunch
Who’s gonna count your sins?
You got a problem baby
You go ask Evan Williams
Does it make you a man
If it leaves you heartbroken
Who’s willing to say?
Order your last drink
With the lift of your sorry eyes
Get in the backseat
We’ll be nowhere by sunrise
Whatever you’re scared to lose
I promise there was nothing coming anyway
Time’s doing laps
While you’re punching the clock
And history rubbernecks
At each of our darkening thoughts
You gotta lean into the skid, kid, to get back on the road again
Before it’s too late
