I wish I was a little more clear headed   so I could paste the pieces of last night   I try not to regret it   sifting through the laughter and the lies      I guess that’s just the story of my life      I was born in a 60’s winter   my mom was young and my dad had an appetite   a saint and a sinner   wrestling with what’s wrong and what’s right      I guess that’s just the story of my life      When they roll me down the last long highway   you wont find me putting up a fight   if I could have things my way   they’d all be there just soaking up the light   wave good bye