Well now I'm no hero, that's understood. All the redemption I can offer girl, is beneath this dirty hood. With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair. Well the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere. We got one last chance to make it real.

You can hide beneath the covers and study your pain, make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain. Waste your summer praying in vain, for a savior to rise from these streets.

For one kiss, darling, I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live.

I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin.

The audiences are there as a result of my history with the band but also as a result of my being able to reach people with a tune.

We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool, stay out all night, it's gonna be alright.

Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk.