Lyrics

Sometimes you think you got it bad
Living outta the car with your tires flat
Thought you'd be in the sea with a sailor's cap
But now you're back with me in Hackensack
Settle down on the wrong side of the tracks
Picked up an old habit or two
With the brokedown boys behind the ol' boarded school
This warm beer never tasted so good

Crazy, all your big dreams
You can put them, to sleep
Cause your living is all that I see
And being here now, is all that we need

Sometimes you think you got it bad
But I caught you smiling behind my back
Snuck a sip of my beer, flicked the bottle cap
If I had the choice I wouldn't be anywhere but here

The good times are getting so rare
So I'll keep it light, for awhile
Songs in our pockets, burning the hearts tonight
Friends will be lovers, hearing the songs we write
Cause sometimes we think we got it bad, but it's just right
Yeah, sometimes it feels so wrong, but it's our night