Doing Fine

Lord, let me tell you about a place

Where we all used to go

Turn down towards Goose Island

Keep your eyelids on the road

'Cause there's boys in the hills

And they're getting lost tonight

And the girls in their cars are all gettin' high

I used to hang around a rowdy crowd out in the Rogers

Siren sounds ain't nothing, boys

As long as you can dodger

And I had no idea this damn road got so curvy

You said brother this roads straight

You're just drunk and it's gettin' early

So won't you count 'em up now, count em' up?

All the people that I've let down

Won't you round 'em up now, round em' up?

All the liars in this town

'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line

I just hope those boys I used to know

Are all doing fine, doing fine

I remember those old trains

They made noises like a steam boat

And we would throw our rocks at them

Like some assholes with some high hopes

Can't get back those aimless nights

That we all claim is ours

I guess we'll never die up there

With all those ever shining stars

So won't you count 'em up now, count em' up?

All the people that I've let down

Won't you round 'em up now, round em' up?

All the liars in this town

'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line

I just hope those boys I used to know

Are all doing fine, doing fine

Lord, let me tell you about a place

Where we all used to go

Turn down towards Goose Island

Keep your eyelids on the road