Light a fire burn up all you know
YYou've had so much time just to let things go
Now you're burning letters out
in the snow in your backyard
Years go rolling you're thirty three
It's time for the cross or the bodhi tree
But you'd like to cry when you skin your knee
Man it's hard
And it's the same old friends on new years eve
the same snow falls on the same old leaves
and there's the same old joy and the same old hurt
same old corduroy shirt
Old storm windows,the broke-tail squirrel and the
grocery lists and the skateboard girls
and your rusty brain cells give you a twirl Oh no
Kitchen radio,coffee's on
oh you'd like a month you could lean up on
But this open road wants to get you gone
off you go
And it's the same old jar of car keys by the door
the same old scuffed up floor
the same old thirst for more until they put you in the dirt
It's the same old nights alone
the same old "Baby when you coming home?"
to feel the same old joy, oh the same old hurt
same old corduroy shirt
same old corduroy shirt