What if this was it
A white light, the end of days
No more bills I drank a weeks pay
Pulled down to early graves
I love my girl and her brown eyes
All the things I threw by the wayside
New doors to old places
Full cars to empty sapces
Parking lots are better half full
I'll find a spot in the back lane
Light up and watch a train go by
I wonder how life passed me
The joys of a dead end job
There's nothing on your shoulders
Go down to the corner store because an empty bottle is worth nothing
The things I'll never see
A silver spoon or easy street
If I could stand on my own two feet
And hold a chip that says "30 days clean"
Put gas in the car twice this week
Bought booze with the change from my backseat
Wrote a letter to a friend in jail
I'm so glad he's not here with me
To sleep in a freezing car
Dinners out of vending machines
I'll shower in a truck stop sink
I unfold a letter my daughter wrote me
It said "I hope you make it back to us"
The things I'll never see
A silver spoon or easy street
If I could stand on my own two feet
And hold a chip that says "30 days clean"
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What if this was it
A white light, the end of days
No more bills I drank a weeks pay
Pulled down to early graves
I love my girl and her brown eyes
All the things I threw by the wayside
New doors to old places
Full cars to empty sapces
Parking lots are better half full
I'll find a spot in the back lane
Light up and watch a train go by
I wonder how life passed me
The joys of a dead end job
There's nothing on your shoulders
Go down to the corner store because an empty bottle is worth nothing
The things I'll never see
A silver spoon or easy street
If I could stand on my own two feet
And hold a chip that says "30 days clean"
Put gas in the car twice this week
Bought booze with the change from my backseat
Wrote a letter to a friend in jail
I'm so glad he's not here with me
To sleep in a freezing car
Dinners out of vending machines
I'll shower in a truck stop sink
I unfold a letter my daughter wrote me
It said "I hope you make it back to us"
The things I'll never see
A silver spoon or easy street
If I could stand on my own two feet
And hold a chip that says "30 days clean"
A white light, the end of days
No more bills I drank a weeks pay
Pulled down to early graves
I love my girl and her brown eyes
All the things I threw by the wayside
New doors to old places
Full cars to empty sapces
Parking lots are better half full
I'll find a spot in the back lane
Light up and watch a train go by
I wonder how life passed me
The joys of a dead end job
There's nothing on your shoulders
Go down to the corner store because an empty bottle is worth nothing
The things I'll never see
A silver spoon or easy street
If I could stand on my own two feet
And hold a chip that says "30 days clean"
Put gas in the car twice this week
Bought booze with the change from my backseat
Wrote a letter to a friend in jail
I'm so glad he's not here with me
To sleep in a freezing car
Dinners out of vending machines
I'll shower in a truck stop sink
I unfold a letter my daughter wrote me
It said "I hope you make it back to us"
The things I'll never see
A silver spoon or easy street
If I could stand on my own two feet
And hold a chip that says "30 days clean"
Writer: Inside Jokes
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