Yeah it’s true I might smoke too much I might drink too

much I might talk too much I might sleep not enough But

I always get to where I need to get to / Yeah it’s true I

might love too much I might trust too much I might die a

little everyday But we all leave someday What I loose

here I plan to Find some day / But never stand down

Never put down your guitar I never looked back I swear

it was like fading away to the black But I stand / Yeah it's

true I might dream too much I might laugh too much I

might cry too much I might run out of luck But luck is just

the poor man's lottery When everything around need

breaks down I can still take you out to play /Yeah it's true

I never write enough I never jam enough I never sing

enough I never play enough That's just how I get by