Well I never paid attention when I was a young boy

To the great instructions from the ones that came before me

Now that I'm older I long to pay attention

But it doesn't seem like anyone is saying much of anything

Well there's a piece of me that loves all this sadness

That loves for onlookers to call me tragic

But buried underneath all the women and the booze

Is a man that I know who's ashamed at what I choose

Well I believe in God and I believe he wants me to believe in me

So what's it gonna take to make this stop

What do I gotta do to know I've got

All the strength inside my bones to let it go to let it drop

Well I've been holding on so long it seems

That what I'm holding has been holding me