Storytellers only enjoy the part of life they can use
I got some sentimental fingers and they're holding on to you
I got keep that stuff in alcohol, yeah I have to keep it there for health
If your right hand feels for money, but your left hand feels for wealth, and
We were young, we were used to it and then the baby came on late
Mommy got into a strange and cried and she regrets she made
and there I was just a sober king a faking it for our friends
had a local grub of memories, but they ran out in the end
Oh but I, think of you and I change, oh I, think of you, you're all the same
No one thinks like me these days
We had a game you have learned it
We had a name you have burned it
I am just a thing you had to do
I am just a memory now for you
I am the greatest american dream you will ever care to know
Too wise but none the wiser and Im looking for a thing to grow
Two houses don't make a home for me, there are just a building and some extra walls
Getting pretty good at standing off, but Im better at the fall, and
She told me softly were imgrants and the numbers will one and ten
A majority was losing gound and a nation had time to send
How our neighbors never lived that close and I hid any, now they're gone
Knowing how we lost a generation, I am the others of the middle sons
Oh but I think of you and I change, Oh I, think of your you're all the same
No one thinks like me these days
We had a name you have burned it
We had a game you have learned it
I am just a thing you had to do
I am just a memory now for you