PavementBest Friend's Arm

And if you can't think of anything then you gonna drink and think it later Later, before you go (Ahcanzeeahcanzeeahcanzeeah) And if you go baby your gonna think what you coulda done better So come on, let it go, take it all Your baby got a postage on the line Turn up later at your bicenten where you think about dad and you think about death Everybody looks like a stare with the miles between us, spit in the wind til he wins to the tiller When you make bartender with an eighty eight track and everybody laughs in the middle of the chair You get a little special at shakin your ass and all that class is not to make you better okay (Keep it under your best friend's arms) © 2018