2:38

(альбом: White Line Fever - 2020)

Couple hundred dollars in my pocket
Couple thousand miles from home
Pulled up with everything we own
And no place to go
Found ourselves a small apartment
Just a place to make our beds
Wrote down every thought that I ever had
Played guitar till my fingers bled

And we knew the stakes were high
Some days we laughed, some days we cried
Chasing dreams and wasting time
These were the best days of our lives

It's 2:38 in the morning
No clarity in my mind
If I could regulate all the chemicals
Maybe I could get some sleep at night
Working nine to five just to pass the time
And pay all the debts that I owe
Bear my days and grin
What I wouldn't give to hear our song on the radio

And we knew the stakes were high
Some days we laughed, some days we cried
Chasing dreams and wasting time
These were the best days of our lives
And the times that I recall
When we had nothing at all
Writing songs with my best friends
This is how the story begins

It's not the destination that you are looking for
The journey never ends but we must carry the torch
The notes from my fingers, the words from my mouth
The songs write me as they please, not the other way around

Is it worth it? Would you change it? Would you do it over if you could
There's a feeling that you have when you do much more than you thought you would
Now the years are disappearing just right from underneath my feet
Never hold back, never give in to the lies your fears make you believe

And we knew the stakes were high
Some days we laughed, some days we cried
Chasing dreams and wasting time
These were the best days of our lives