There ain't a friend on Main Street,
They're strangers at the most.
One more drink before I go,
Which stranger should I toast?
Still hanging from my innocence,
Baby, cut me down.
If we don’t get it moving soon,
I’ll swear to God, I’ll drown.
There’s an alphabet of characters
That I try not to abuse.
Hanging in the balance,
I’d never let us lose.
And you can brand me as a hypocrite
And burn me at the stake.
Half the time we don’t intend
For the promises we break.
And Lord, give me something to brag about
I said Lord, give me something to brag about
My Lord, give me something to brag about
You know living here in limbo’s really wearing me out. |