If you're tellin me I'm not on fire You're just preachin to the choir I've gotten dull as old barbed wire from livin Last night I watched the evening
chicken Ballet, straight-As, most likely to succeed They bought her a car after graduation Sent her down South for some higher education Put her on the fast track
man, I'll try Then later on when we finished our songs About scars and cars and broken hearts I saw him, he was standing there Right next to the stage And he shouted Man