Cheers to the Years

Well, uh, I'm on the lam
I don't know where I'm goin'
But, uh, I'm running out
And, uh, I'm running strong
Well, uh, I'm past the limits
Of any forgiveness
Won't ya lend me a hand
Or just throw me a bone?

Well, I can't even reach to save the breath inside my head
I just need a feeling to remind me I'm not dead
Wake me up and give me all the help that you can give
And I might give you something that'll make you wanna live

Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh

Well, uh, I'm doin' time
In my mind's eye prison
With a good lookin' girl
And a, a bleedin' dog
Well, uh, the light's out
In the back of my black eye
Won't ya hand me a pen
Or write a message to my mom?

Well, I can't even reach to save the breath inside my head
I just need a feeling to remind me I'm not dead
Wake me up and give me all the help that you can give
And I might give you something that'll make you wanna live

Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh

'Cause I got these blues
But I love these blues
Oh, please, please, please, please
Please, please, please don't worry
I got everything to lose
Got everything to lose
I got everything to lose
Got everything to lose
I got everything to lose
Got everything to lose
I got everything to lose
Got everything to lose
Now I got everything to lose