I wasn't out there fakin'nDon't want to make this band anymorenI wasn't out there limping innnI promise it seems so far awaynWanting to be there alwaysnI wasn't out there breaking innnBut it's still situating itselfnAnd we fall back into it with no helpnWe could fold back together when it's timenI've been still itching crawlingnAre you sure calling out there boynnI wasn't late for the old daysnI wouldn't be somewhere agonI wasn't out there seeking to knownnCall me, I'll be here waitingnWhen I'm alone and laying lownI promise you'll be on my best endnnI wasn't making sure ofnI wasn't always dumb and downnI wasn't out there leaning-tonnBut it still seems to matter when it countsnAnd we fall back into to it coming outnAnd it can't help but notice when you're gonenI've been still beating outnWe're still beating out forevernThat's a hell of a way