Wrote this song on a telephone
While I'm thinking bout' you
Looking for a place to call my own
But life ain't easy
Silver spoons and fancy dress attire
Was never in my future
All I got here is this old guitar
And a weathered worn jacket
Life is filled with thoughtless eulogies
All talk it doesn't matter
Lost souls searching for the memories
Shattered dreams and delusions
Win some lose some fall down get back up
There's never easy answers
But I know as long as I got you
I'll cherish what it means to be we
Simple day tripper
Guided by the light as you whisper
This is we for better or worse
So hold me tightly and forget all the pain
Wrote this song on a telephone
While I'm thinking bout' you
Looking for a place to call my own
But life ain't easy