I wished away the bloody nose   Covered up the bruises   Sure I have my doubts but fathers so proud   He pats me on the back and sits me down   Says “good boy, you blew them out all by yourself”      The school-yards changing,   (keep you blurry)   The fist-fights samey   (an’ headached heads a rolling)   I’m throwing punches   Your drop-drop-droping again      Put tickets on me   I’ll only keep’em to fly us home   The mic rings hollow:   This’ll be my year   Check me in   The curtain-calls on walkabouts   Most of us are on the bench   Just itching to get back in      Give us something to write home about   Before I bluff another get-well to myself   Tell mama i’m a dreamer,   And father i’m a sinner   Don’t bother with the in betweens      Fell in love with the lazy winners,   Kickin back our teens      Put tickets on me   I’ll only keep’em to fly us home   The mic rings hollow   This’ll be my year   Check me in   The curtain-calls on walkabouts   Most of us are on the bench   Just itching to get back in      Da da da da da      Put tickets on me   I’ll only keep’em to fly us home   The mic rings hollow   This’ll be my year   Check me in   The curtain-calls on walkabouts   Most of us are on the bench   Just itching to get back in.