Text: Starting Line. Make Yourself at Home. Night Life.

Last call everybody step up for another
They ringing the bell, gives a yell to the crowd that?s behind you
Did she sweep you off your feet?
Or you deciding not to leave without her, without her tonight

Break down all the chairs on the tables and my minds on you
Give up and get into the van and go away again
Because the things you leave in to last town are getting out of hand
I?m sorry, I?m sorry about it

At least you live to talk about it
At least you've got your health
At least they'd made you feel alive, oh well
I wish you were right now

Jump out when the weight on your shoulders comes down on you
You're gasping for air and it's just not fair, he gets to be with her
There you sit trying hard to forget something you?re thinking awful
I?m sorry about it, do you miss her so bad it hurts?

At least you live to talk about it
At least you've got your health
At least they'd made you feel alive, oh well
I wish you were right

Now you're all caught up after sleeping for days
Makes up for nights you spent away
It?ll take a while to see that smile
That?s laid dormant since she's gone

Now you're all caught up after sleeping for days
Makes up for nights you spent away
It?ll take a while to see that smile
That?s laid dormant since she's gone

At least you live to talk about it
At least you've got your health
At least they'd made you feel alive, oh well
But you wish you were right now