Cowboy Boots
[Intro]And we drink and get olderAnd some of us even try to get soberNow here's to the assholes and the last callsWell city kids, you get what you ask for
[Bridge]And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember meHold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memoriesNot sure there is a way to express what you meant to meSit around a table and use those ears as the centrepiece
[Hook x2]Sounds of the city on Capitol HillWhere I question if what I've seen here is realCowboy boots doing lines at the barWhere the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[Verse 1]Hold on to what you were, forget what you're notThe streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocksReminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder whySome grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate livesThe twenty-something confusion before the suit and tieStrangers become mistakes but those mistakes make you feel aliveHindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely litMemories to collage, paste to the glue that barely sticksGood Lord, they broke all my shieldsLocked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heelsUntil you felt that altitude you don't know how high feelsParty mountain, some don't ever come down from around hereTo be young again, I guess it's relativeThe camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skinI fantasize about a second winGrow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
[Hook x2]Sounds of the city on Capitol HillWhere I question if what I've seen here is realCowboy boots doing lines at the barWhere the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[Verse 2]So here's to the nights, dancing with the bandStrangers into girlfriends form a one night standBrought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny CashYou could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it backAnd this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn'tI'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss itSeduce us, I turn my back as I walk into the distanceDip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visitAnd we hold onto these nightsTrying to find out way home by the street lightOver time we figure out this is me, rightLearn a lot about your friends right around two A.M
[Bridge]And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember meHold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memoriesNot sure there is a way to express what you meant to meSit around a table and use those ears as the centrepiece
[Hook]Sounds of the city on Capitol HillWhere I question if what I've seen here is realCowboy boots doing lines at the barWhere the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR