Life Is Rhythm

I'm not alone.
I've got the best friends a guy could ask for this late in his 20's
Who's been pissing the decade away with wandering eyes.
I've got to admit, there's a fucked up parade in my head
That won't quit of people I love marching the streets.
They're murdering drums and they're keeping the beat.
I don't know where to jump in line.
Rhythm was never a strong point of mine.
I'm not alone.
On the eve of my best friend's wedding I quietly get drunk,
And turn 30 in the blink of an eye.
I'm still learning things and breaking some laws.
I still write and sing these songs with their flaws.
So here's to the groom who'd most likely be dead
If the bride hadn't shown up and unfucked his head.
I don't know where to jump in line.
Rhythm was never a strong point of mine.