Even though you know it's old Even when you're on the run Seeing that he's on the run Got an attitude Thinking that he's always right Blowin' smoke rings Making me wanna fight I never look back At all the things I've ever done

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