Final Farewell
The final farewell to our friends
As we journeyed in a van for six whole months
We were young and naive
Holding on to the best parts of our dreams
As we had so much fun
20 years ago playing punk rock shows with my best friends
At the glass house with Kobie, Spare change and the J Allen's
Didn't know if anyone would even go
I past out a thousand fliers
Well if they come well then they know
A heart of fire, heart of flame
And all together we will sing
Our hopes and dreams into the night
20 years ago playing punk rock shows with my best friends
Ron Crossroads, smoking out last lucky cigarette
Drinking rolling rock, playing three chord songs to save the night
Sweating and screaming
These were the best days of our lives
Lost friends
Lost dreams
These are my sacred things
Lost in a red light reverie
Remembering
Getting drunk
In the back
Parking lot
Of the Glass house
Playing shows
Kinda wasted
Not sure how
How we made it
All those years that we had
I would do it all over again so fast
So fast
20 years ago playing punk rock shows with my best friends
Ron Crossroads, smoking out last lucky cigarette
Drinking rolling rock, playing three chord songs to save the night
Sweating and screaming
These were the best days of our lives
As we journeyed in a van for six whole months
We were young and naive
Holding on to the best parts of our dreams
As we had so much fun
20 years ago playing punk rock shows with my best friends
At the glass house with Kobie, Spare change and the J Allen's
Didn't know if anyone would even go
I past out a thousand fliers
Well if they come well then they know
A heart of fire, heart of flame
And all together we will sing
Our hopes and dreams into the night
20 years ago playing punk rock shows with my best friends
Ron Crossroads, smoking out last lucky cigarette
Drinking rolling rock, playing three chord songs to save the night
Sweating and screaming
These were the best days of our lives
Lost friends
Lost dreams
These are my sacred things
Lost in a red light reverie
Remembering
Getting drunk
In the back
Parking lot
Of the Glass house
Playing shows
Kinda wasted
Not sure how
How we made it
All those years that we had
I would do it all over again so fast
So fast
20 years ago playing punk rock shows with my best friends
Ron Crossroads, smoking out last lucky cigarette
Drinking rolling rock, playing three chord songs to save the night
Sweating and screaming
These were the best days of our lives
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Johnson, Joseph Wallman, Shane Buie, Ryan Watts
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