Doing Fine

Lord, let me tell you about a place where we all used to go

Turn down towards Goose Island, keep your eyelids on the road

'Cause there's boys in the hills and they're getting lost tonight

And the girls in their cars are all gettin' high

And I use to hang around a rowdy crowd out in the Rogers

Siren sounds ain't nothing boys as long as you can dodger

And I had no idea this damn road got so curvy

You said brother this roads straight

You're just drunk and it's gettin' early

So won't you count 'em up now, count 'em up?

All the people that I've let down

Won't you round 'em up now, round 'em up?

All the liars in this town

'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line

I just hope those boys I used to know

Are all doing fine, doing fine

And I remember those old trains they made noises like a steam boat

And we would throw our rocks at them like some assholes with some high hopes

Can't get back those aimless nights that we all claim is ours

I guess we'll never die up there with all those ever shining stars

So won't you count 'em up now, count 'em up?

All the people that I've let down

Won't you round 'em up now, round 'em up?

All the liars in this town

'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line

I just hope those boys I used to know

Are all doing fine, doing fine

Lord, let me tell you about a place where we all used to go

Turn down towards Goose Island

Keep your eyelids on the road