Ben, the two of us need look no more They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare They don't compare, rats

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

Over my dead body I'm gonna go to sleep Something for the rag and bone man Something big is gonna happen Someone's son or someone's daughter This is how I end up sucked in Let this wash all over me We don't really want a monster taking over Tiptoe

We hold each other When the days get short Something happens when I hold her She keeps my heart from getting older and the nights get a little bit colder I miss the words we used to say I miss the sounds of yesterday I miss the games we used to play like

They're not gonna happen Don't get any big ideas You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas

Bigger houses, faster cars yes Friday nights and whiskey friends Tell her second chance's a second wind Just one more candle then you tell yourself Twenty something Twenty something, buying coffee you can't afford Making love is keeping score You're

Everything costs something bro When it's somewhere somewhere else you just lost something yo The cost of opportunities is always good to know But if you know that then you're good to go Yea, no dreams too big Chase anything you have the passion to do

La da da da da da It's as simple as something that nobody knows that Her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes On the feet of the queen of the hearts of the cards And her feet are infested with tar balls and You go with the flow You don't stop If you would

A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all They hurt you at home and they

Trouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?