Tekst
Hey, look at what I have done
Me, ya me your middle son
I've gone so far down the fucking road
Life is so different, thought you should know
I'm still playing and I'm not close to done
I hope you see the family's holding on
Raise my glass for memories
Play the tapes from '93
We were so young didn't know much then
Life was so simple, wish it didn't end
You once told me I could be anyone
I tried to be someone you'd be proud of
I just want you to know that I'll always go home
To check on her
Know that I will go home