I´m not alone. I´ve got the best friends a guy could ask for this late in his 20´s who´s been pissing the decade away with wandering eyes. I´ve got to admit, there´s a fucked up parade in my head That won´t quit of people I love marching the streets. They´re murdering drums and they´re keeping the beat.
I don´t know where to jump in line. Rhythm was never a strong point of mine.
I´m not alone. On the eve of my best friend´s wedding I quietly get drunk, and turn 30 in the blink of an eye. I´m still learning things and breaking some laws. I still write and sing these songs with their flaws. So here´s to the groom who´d most likely be dead If the bride hadn´t shown up and unfucked his head.
I don´t know where to jump in line. Rhythm was never a strong point of mine.