How does anyone
Go to shows on Tuesday nights
I couldn't do that when
I was twenty one
I feel too old for this
Check my life insurance
I might feel out of place
Who makes the rules anyway
I put a record on
And felt seventeen again
Rejection felt like
A thousand rusty pocketknives
When every cut was deep
And every high was high
I'm on the pta
Did I make my mortgage payment
I might be out of place
There's no rules anyway
I'm going out tonight
I'll cross a tunnel and a bridge
Won't think about tomorrow
Might not happen anyway
Before the weight of the world
And 5 am alarm
And the kids and compromises
Dulled your senses