Don't you call, on my way home
I'm drunk and standing shirtless in your backyard
And I don't know the telephone
But dim lit skies and flashing lights let me know
I can't seem to care
With all these people standing here
They're just flashing lights that pass me by
They don't want to hear about my show
Or any which way I might go
I could bear my soul, but I won't
When we're older we can talk about it
You're much too young to wrap your head around it
'Cause Daddy just don't wanna live without it
When we're older we can forget about
Flashing lights