It's a lie, a story that's not quite right
It'll keep you up at night (night)
And it'll make the girls cry


There's no excuse drunked up on golden dreams
It's time to make good use (use)

To make it through

And although I'm gone, I'm still holding on

Oh don't you get me wrong, I hear your song
Don't you get me wrong


So good, goodbye
I hope that we're still tight
The night was in your sight (sight)

Cause you just make the girls cry.