Cowboy Boots

And we drink and get older And some of us even try to get sober Now here's to the assholes and the last calls Well, city kids, you get what you ask for And acquaintances turn to friends I hope those friends, they'll remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks Reminisce on those days, I guess that's okay, you wonder why Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives The 20-something confusion before the suit and tie Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit Memories a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks Good Lord, they broke all my shields Locks, bathroom doors, graffiti and high heels Until you felt the altitude, you don't know how high feels Party Mountain, some don't ever come down from around here Eh, to be young again, I guess it's relative The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin I fantasise about a second wind Grow my 'stache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR So here's to the nights dancing with the band Strangers into girlfriends from a one-night-stand Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash You can bring a receipt to heaven but you cannot take it back And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance Dip my feet in every once in a while just to say I visit Can we hold on to these nights? Try to find our way home by the street light Over time we figure out this is me, right Learn a lot about your friends 'bout around 2 a.m. And acquaintances turn to friends I hope those friends, they'll remember me Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR