Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

This is a blackout Don't let it go to waste I want to detonate My head and your heart Sometimes I feel I'm getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That's where our heads are

When times get hard Yeah the good thing is we might be falling apart But we're falling apart together We're falling apart together We just shake us on a little more salt and pepper Well it's another flash light dinner in the dark mm hm My baby's sweet

I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the car wash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a

Let's go on vacation You and I know We're both so busy we work so hard and I never see you, it's totally retarded When we're together, we're both so tired Sometimes I wish we'd just get our asses fired Cuz that way, you and me, we could hang out all day

My mother told me, before she passed away Said son when I'm gone don't forget to pray 'Cause there'll be hard times, hard times, oh yeah Who knows better than I? Well, I soon found out, just what she meant When I had to pawn my clothes, just to pay my

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Hard times as we go While she says she's on her own I'll be pacin' on the phone Sneakin' on the train come back Awful sick and tired of the gang Cold when you're near any bottle We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okay

Na-na, na-na-na, na Friday can't come fast enough Here's to another week gone Raise 'em up and sing along Let the good times roll when the guitars play Alarm clock, ding-dong, pants up, boots on Coffee, cigarette, blue-collar breakfast Hard hat, fork

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well