Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, Wrote a few songs I've seen the world through a bus windshield, but nothing compares To the way that I see it, There's a blue rocking chair It sways back and forth

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Reality, yeah, sometimes life Ain't all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality Come on everybody, break free For me it's a beach bar Or on a boat underneath the stars Or

When I close my eyes You're always there You're all I see In the dark of night You're in my dreams Throughout the day You're easy to find There's so many things I didn't say

We're too young until we're too old We're all lost on the yellow brick road We climb the ladder but the ladder just grows We're born, we work, we die, it's spiritual Enough is never enough American dream never wakes up Too much is never too much We won't

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

I got some ocean front property in Arizona From my front porch you can see the sea If you'll buy that I'll throw the golden gate in free Cause I don't love you Now if you'll buy that If you leave me I won't miss you And I won't ever take you back Girl

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums