Bird Of Youth

41 years old going on 29, down at the Elks singing Strawberry Wine

Doesn't sound half bad, boy, after the week I had

Take me out tonight and put some smoke in my clothes

Before that ol' bird of youth flies right up my nose

Oh, won't you be a dear?

How bout you shut up and buy me a beer?

Well, you've heard all my jokes and I've heard all of yours

And I might never laugh the way I did before

I can blame it on the bossa nova or the Bud Light Lime

But it's like I'm hearing them now for the first time

I've been saving my pennies and saving my dimes

Clipping coupons and Marlboro Miles

Like a map of regrets, whole milk and cigarettes

Go-Mart tapes, melting on the dash, gone for good times trying to take it all back

But when it's done, it's done

It's slamming doors and tattling tongues

Well, you've heard all my sorries and I-told-you-so's

And I kept crawling back from where you told me to go

The things we say to each other ought to be a crime

But it's like I'm getting forgiven for the first time

I can clean up the bottles and arrange the chairs

But sooner or later I gotta go upstairs

The bed's unmade and I'm too far to care like a thousand nights before

And I'll dream little dreams that I'll never recall

Of making vows in rented fire halls

Then I'll wake up in the morning and start breaking em all again

Wearing White Diamonds with my head held high, spring in my step and consolation pride

I lost my phone

Hey, hey, Daddy, can your Mama come home?

Oh, I know they don't write em like way back when

But if you could only hold me like you did back then

Back when I was yours and you were mine

It's like you're holding me now

It's like you're holding me now

It's like you're holding me now for the first time

Hold me for the good times

Won't you hold me for the good times?