i cant tell if your laughing, between each smile theres a tear in your eye
theres a train leaving town in an hour its not waiting for you and neither am i

'swing for the fences son' they must have told you once that was a conversation you took nothing from so raise your glass now celebrate exactly what youve done youve just put off another year of knowing where your from you can catch up with yourself if you run....

i cant tell if your laughing, between each smile theres a tear in your eye
theres a train leaving town in an hour its not waiting for you and neither am i

is this the life that you lead, or the life thats lead for you?
will you take the road thats been laid out before you?
will we cross paths somewhere else tonight?
somewhere else tonight....

paper wings--rise against

~utterly confused