We both got some hard-knocks we might have earned
Some folks go to school
Others have to learn that most of life is wishing
Tryin' to get back to a memory of a memory
You never might've had
My heart's a locomotive
Runs on blackened coal
And cigarettes and coffee
I could never roll my own
I'm borrowing matches from the padre
Hearing church bells toll
Wondering what the hell's the difference
Between dying and getting old
That can't be right
What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right
That acid flashback really
Really cracked my ice
Do the right drug once
You'll get to do it twice
And now I'm crowin' about places
And things I've never been
You know I'm never gonna whore it out
And take that gig again
I believe the light is cracklin'
Round the edge of anesthesia
Lying on a table
With the whole world reachin' in ya
Hope to Jesus Buddha Bob
That they washed their hands
There's no class action passage
To break all my shitty bands
That can't be right
What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right
When I was younger
It confused me
Now I think I get it
My old man, he don't like pictures
Especially if he's in 'em
Time is not a mirror
It's some distorted view
Of the way you thought you was
And what you thought they thought of you
And all the trash that I tossed out
It weren't by no means good
But just 'cause someone tells ya
Don't really mean you should
My friends would try to cheer me on
The best they knew to do
There's no rescuin' a diver
With two cinder blocks for shoes
That can't be right
What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right
I'm still agog with mortal dogs
And skills I don't possess
I'm a practitioner of practice
I'm-a givin' it my best
I'm left and I'm still leaving
I got several miles to go
I ain't ready to do something
'Till there's something I'm ready for
There's a pillar in the desert
And it's all alit with flames
It's been burning there for eons
It's the end of all the games
We owe apologies
And ass-whoopin's
It seems to even out
You can't never know you're happy
If you've never lived without
And that's alright
What year is it this year tonight?
If I die, I'll die of fright
That can't be right
That can't be right
What year is it this year tonight?
Four white horses toward the light
That can't be right
