Lyrics

Storytellers only enjoy the part of life that they can use I got some sentimental fingers and they're holding on to you I gotta keep that stuff and alcohol Yeah keep it there for [?] 'Cause your right hand feels for money But your left hand feels for [?] We were young We were used to winning Then the baby came on late Mama got a [?] regret she made And there I was just a sober king Yeah fakin' it for our friends Had a [?] memories when they ran out in the end But I think of you and I change Oh, I think of you You're all the same No one thinks like me these days We had a game You have learned it We had a name You have earned it I am just a thing you had to do I am just a memory now for you I am the greatest American dreamer you will ever care to know Too wise but none the wiser and I'm lookin' for a third to grow Two houses don't make a home for me They're just a building and some extra walls Gettin' pretty good at standin' up but I'm better at the fallin' She told me softly of immigrants and our numbers were one in ten Our majority was losing ground and our nation had turned to sin How our neighbors never lived that close And [?] Told me how he lost his generation I am the eldest of the middle sons But I think of you and I change Oh, I think of you You're all the same No one thinks like me these days We had a name You have earned it We had a game You have learned it I am just a thing you had to do I am just a memory now for you [Musical outro]