Cowboy Boots

And we drink and get older

And some of us even try to get sober

Now here's to the assholes and the last calls

Well, city kids, you get what you ask for

And acquaintances turn to friends

I hope those friends, they'll remember me

Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories

Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me

Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill

Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real

Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar

Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill

Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real

Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar

Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR

Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not

The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks

Reminisce on those days, I guess that's okay, you wonder why

Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives

The 20-something confusion before the suit and tie

Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive

Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit

Memories a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks

Good Lord, they broke all my shields

Locks, bathroom doors, graffiti and high heels

Until you felt the altitude, you don't know how high feels

Party Mountain, some don't ever come down from around here

Eh, to be young again, I guess it's relative

The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin

I fantasise about a second wind

Grow my 'stache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill

Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real

Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar

Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill

Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real

Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar

Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR

So here's to the nights dancing with the band

Strangers into girlfriends from a one-night-stand

Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash

You can bring a receipt to heaven but you cannot take it back

And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't

I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it

So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance

Dip my feet in every once in a while just to say I visit

Can we hold on to these nights?

Try to find our way home by the street light

Over time we figure out this is me, right

Learn a lot about your friends 'bout around 2 a.m.

And acquaintances turn to friends

I hope those friends, they'll remember me

Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories

Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me

Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill

Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real

Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar

Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR