The Consequence Of Being Alive

There's a booth at the bar in the mall crosstown
A juke box hogged by the hometown crowd
And a table in the corner where I sit with my brothers

There's a game that we play, where you toss a ring
And make bets if you catch the hook with the string
And I think about the future where the states are what divide each other

Where we go there ain't no exit signs
Life is short but still it takes some time
Yeah you live and love and lose and that's the consequence of being alive

From a one car garage in a tourist town
Where the neighbors complain when we got too loud
I wouldn't trade it for the world
I wouldn't trade those days for any other

And there's a force that they call love
It's a pain, it's a deep cut
But it's all that you will ever need

It'll hold you while you
Cry in the hot tub
Throwing a tantrum, screaming
Boys I hope you never leave

The past can be romanticized
But life is long and there's no second tries
Yeah you live and love and lose and that's the consequence of being alive

In the night, when our eyes close
When the years slow our tempo
I won't wish for better days

Burn the light, watch the time go
Same old moon from different time zones
These are those glory days, you are my Glory day

Brother drive to the grapevine
Brother run to the state-line
Brother I won't forget our glory days
Brother I won't forget our glory days