The sun will be shinning, On my cold drink, And I'll be lying On a miller light towel Havin' happy hour All day long in the sand 'Cause it's a shore thing We're getting tore down tonight We may never sleep

Oh get used to it, eh I know you getting used to it So get used to me checking in Get used to me falling through Just to see your face There ain't a moment Get used to me touching you Get used to me loving you

Can't stand your present job, afraid of getting fired Depressed? Staring at the0late night tube You could call that number But you'd just get someone just like you Well, I feel that way too Just the same as you Like it's getting worse before it's getting

You've got to show me love So, baby if you want me Words are so easy to say, but Heartbreaks and promises I've had more than my share I'm tired of giving my love And getting nowhere, nowhere It's been so long since I've touched the wanting hand

He'll find his way Climb aboard and you'll ride the stars Getting older Growing taller Getting smarter Broomsticks are his magic cars He's satisfied to dream his whole life away Candy-coated castles, life of play Can you remember? It seems like yesterday

And counting our blessings 'Cause our lives ain't like a movie Or a Katy Perry song 'Cause we got friends to lean on Got no money in our pockets We're too busy getting drunk And what a time to be alive So let's hear it for the good times Let's hear it

They're getting so excited She's getting so excited But I want some more Down on the floor Excited, excited, excited The room's all set and the door bell is ringing The first to arrive switch their dials to swinging Lights are dim to match the

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Stepping out to Angellucci's for my coffee beans Checking out the movies and the magazines Waitress she watches me crossing from the Barocco Bar I'm getting a pickup for my steel guitar I saw you walking out Shaftesbury Avenue Excuse me for talking I