Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it It's hard, believe me I've tried I'm sorry, mother I'm sorry, I let you down Well, these days I'm fine No these days I tend to lie I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam Just by

I make money off of bein' myself Get a glimpse of my potential when I believe in myself It's gettin' harder to tell the difference between reality and dreams The lines keep blurrin' like I'm drivin' half asleep I'm invitin' you to see who's next up in

I believe in rock 'n' roll I work so hard I'm dealt the cards I'm told exactly what to do I lose control I rock 'n' roll It's gonna help to see me through Check it out

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

(Eden, Eden, Eden) So are we leaving this garden of Eden? Are we leaving this garden of Eden? Now I know what I know But it's hard to find the meaning Where do we go? 'Cause we don't believe in this garden of Eden This garden of Eden Remember when we

Seems like all the good shits gone Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even hard to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God... Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on, Do you ever think about me It keeps on

There's always more Wandering, wandering Where we can do what we please I try to believe what I feel these days It makes life much easier for me It's hard to decide what is real these days When things look so dizzy to me I already know my children's

'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings We wear our boots to church So rough around the edges It's hard to believe that girls like you Love guys like me I wear a greasy ball cap I like my shirt

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell of a story, oh is it boring? Can’t claim to care, never been