If I sing you a song, would you smile like you mean it?
Three sheets two the wind, two left feet
Spinning ’til the dance floor blurs in your eyes

Glide along side now, float like a butterfly
High beems on, let’s drive across the state line
Let these memories be our last goodbyes

Drop the things that you can’t afford to lose
These concrete dreams are what the beggars choose
Slip off your skin, it’s time to dig in
Drop your tired excuse

Crashed parties, trashed dreams and crushed hearts
We’re just old souls that need a kickstart
Spinning ’til the dance floor blurs in our eyes

A nine-volt trip, let’s skip right out of Weary Town
Any wheels will do after a breakdown
Let these memories be our last goodbyes

Drop the things that you can’t afford to lose
These concrete dreams are what the beggars choose
Slip off your skin, it’s time to dig in
Drop your tired excuse