Try Not To Look

Back to the asphalt

Coming up aces

Two hundred ways to say I'm in the middle of changing

Coins in the jukebox

Whatever they're playing

Turn it up, turn it up

Middle of winter

See you at Wally's

It's a beautiful myth that we can tell when we've fallen

Overproof whiskey

The band's busy raging

Turn it up, turn it up

I wanna put it aside for the night

Good god

It's one for the books

It's just a shot for your birthday

And one for end of the world

My god

Try not to look

It's just a shot for your birthday

And one for the end of the world

Newsman's erupting

About bombs in the sky

You say it still matters when you turn 29

Street's bright enough

To see when somebody cries

We poured one out for the dying

Drowning in politics

Dying to fly

It's a beautiful myth that we've been getting it right

Maybe this moment's yours if you want

It's your birthday tonight

I wanna put it aside for the night

Good god

It's one for the books

It's just a shot for your birthday

And one for end of the world

My god

Try not to look

It's just a shot for your birthday

And one for the end of the world

Cheers to the barfly chasing down his dream

Time will give this story its meaning

Cheers to a moment I never wanted to leave

So of course it left me