She believes in the fairies

And I believe in her

She thinks we're rich if we've got

A couple dollars

And avocados to burn

I'm down again, to my friend's last dollar

And I've been down this road before

I come by my problems honestly

But honestly, I don't want to worry no more

Ba-da-da*

She warns me again

Things left unsaid

And the illusion of control

She's got the heart of a Gypsy

A talisman for what would kill my soul.

I'm down again, to my friend's last dollar

And I've been down this road before

I come by my problems honestly

But honestly, I don't want to worry no more

Ba-da-da*

Almost played a Late Night show

Almost made the pages of Rolling Stone

Almost bought a bus, from a lot in Palmetto

Hell we almost let this thing go

We burned some bridges down in Nashville

Found a home in Chicago

Sold out New York City

Almost played Vegas, but it snowed. Man it snowed

We're winning for losing

Guess that's how it goes

Making something from nothing

Out of every almost

So light up your cigar

'Cause we're that kind of close

Making something from nothing

Out of every almost

Almost no way to know

If these are just stories

For when we're old

But that's just how it goes

So here's a toast to being oh-so-close.

We're winning for losing

Guess that's how it goes

Making something from nothing

Out of every almost

So light up your cigar

'Cause we're that kind of close

Making something from nothing

Out of every almost

We grew up just shy of trouble

Just south of sober

We put our heads and no money down

On student loans and mortgages

For all our talk of dreaming and leaving

Man, we're still here

Hey-ey-ey

I'm better than OK

A little further than I thought I would be

I'm all good as long as there's a you and me

And it turns out there's nothing wrong

With 40 hours and three weeks of paid

Sitting round a fire on a Friday

Rolling ashtray quarters for a couple of beers

For all our talk of dreaming and leaving

Man, we're still here

Hey-ey-ey

I'm better than OK

A little further than I thought I would be

I'm all good as long as there's a you and me

State highways and morning drives

Working 9-to-5s

And small town roads that dont' let go.

Hey-ey-ey

I'm better than OK

A little further than I thought I would be

I'm all good as long as there's a you and me

Propped up on the dashboard

Of the first car I ever owned

Kicked off, in the beach sand

I was caught up in your undertow

Under the bed in your dormroom

Back porch of your summer house

Hotel room down in Newport

Castle outside of Dublin town

The four walls, they've never mattered

The four wheels just need to roll

Home's not where we hang our hat up

Home's where, we keep our 'Bows.

Been so long since we began

I always end up next to you

Wearing holes in the soles of Rainbows

My home is alway you

The four walls, they've never mattered

The four wheels just need to roll

Home's not where we hang our hat up

Home's where, we keep our 'Bows.

I can finally breathe

Now that the whispers have died

It's funny what you can see

Staring into vacant eyes

I'm not sure if we'll make it

Least we can say we tried

Couldn't care if the grass is greener

Just never seen a sky so blue

You know I ain't afraid of leaving

As long as I'm leaving with you

I'm not ashamed to believe

It's how I've gotten by

It's not the things you receive

It's the joy you leave behind

 I'm not sure if we'll make it

Least we can say we tried

Couldn't care if the grass is greener

Just never seen a sky so blue

You know I ain't afraid of leaving

As long as I'm leaving with you

Trying to make sense of

Where I've landed

Trying to make sense of it all

The closer I get

To understanding

The closer I get to the fall

They'll sell you a miracle

But I'll be just fine

Like water, I find my level

And honey you can bring the wine

The closer I get to understanding

The less that I give a damn

I said, the closer I get to understanding

The less that I give a damn

If I could have anything

Of my choosing

Baby I'm choosing you

Of all the things

I'd hate for losing

Losing you would be mine too

They'll sell you a miracle

But I'll be just fine

Like water, I find my level

And honey you can bring the wine

The closer I get to understanding

The less that I give a damn

I said, the closer I get to understanding

The less that I give a damn

They'll sell you a miracle

But I'll be just fine

Like water, I find my level

And honey you can bring the wine

The closer I get to understanding

The less that I give a damn

I said, the closer I get to understanding

The less that I give a damn

I tied one on right into Tuesday

Found a new way to feel by days

Been so long since I finished drinking

I'm forgetting what I did to feel this way

Every time I get to drinking

I get to thinking that I'm through

But honey, it's been such a long week

Time for doing what we do

Bad for the morning

But good for the soul

Bad for the morning

But good for the soul

You think by now that I'd know better

but no better have I been

Somehow knowing what I've known

I'd still do it all, all again

Every time I get to drinking

I get to thinking that I'm through

But honey, it's been such a long week

Time for doing what we do

Bad for the morning

But good for the soul

Bad for the morning

But good for the soul

Gramps kept score from the right field box

The day Updike bid The Kid adieu

One-and-one and one last swing

Ran the bases and he was through

You know what's said about

Gods and letters they receive

He never tipped his cap

In the mid-September breeze

I was ten when he let me in

Pulled out out his scorecard magazine

"Ted's Last Game" scrawled out in his own hand

That perfect autograph underneath

You know what's said about

Gods and letters they receive

I find my answers ride

On the mid-September breeze

The mid-September breeze

The stars came out to Fenway the summer that I turned 19

Henry checked the tickets at the door

For everyone but me it seemed

Suddenly, The Kid was there, just looking to know the score

He looked around

And smiled at me

Now they're both gone and that scorecard's mine

A piece I get to keep with me

Suddenly I'm ten years old

All baseball cards and AM dreams

You know what's said about

Gods and letters they receive

I found it takes some time

On the mid-September breeze

You know what's said about

Gods and letters they receive

I find my answers ride

On the mid-September breeze

The mid-September breeze

She finally caught her breath

In the fields of Carolina

Bound for Orlando on the Silver Meteor

She left from Pennsylvania Station

With her sister Mary

Clutching that letter she got from the boy from St. Jerome's

At 100 miles-an-hour, everythign by the horizon is a blur

She took courage from his words, agreed she wasn't keen on waiting out the wor.

Something reckless, about the Irish

When it comes to love and dreaming

Not afraid as, they maybe should be

When it comes to what they believe in

He never wrote another poem

After he got back from the war

Put his medals in a box back in '45

They made sure they built a family

Not afraid of flying blind.

Now his grandson has his name

Like his father did before him

And it's the proudest thing that they own

They still hop up on the bar, just like they did before him

Every time they hear Danny Boy

Something reckless, about the Irish

When it comes to love and dreaming

Not afraid as, they maybe should be

When it comes to what they believe in

He never wrote another poem

After he got back from the war

Put his medals in a box back in '45

They made sure they built a family

Not afraid of flying blind.