The Consequence Of Being Alive

There's a booth at the bar in the mall crosstown A juke box hogged by the hometown crowd And a table in the corner where I sit with my brothers There's a game that we play, where you toss a ring And make bets if you catch the hook with the string And I think about the future where the states are what divide each other Where we go there ain't no exit signs Life is short but still it takes some time Yeah you live and love and lose and that's the consequence of being alive From a one car garage in a tourist town Where the neighbors complain when we got too loud I wouldn't trade it for the world I wouldn't trade those days for any other And there's a force that they call love It's a pain, it's a deep cut But it's all that you will ever need It'll hold you while you Cry in the hot tub Throwing a tantrum, screaming Boys I hope you never leave The past can be romanticized But life is long and there's no second tries Yeah you live and love and lose and that's the consequence of being alive In the night, when our eyes close When the years slow our tempo I won't wish for better days Burn the light, watch the time go Same old moon from different time zones These are those glory days, you are my Glory day Brother drive to the grapevine Brother run to the state-line Brother I won't forget our glory days Brother I won't forget our glory days