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