there's a hook for all your hang-ups
and a word for everything
where all of us have grown
there's a week that's filled with weekends
a crick that trickles bourbon in your cup
your friends are around or sleeping in
your friends are around or sleeping in
your friends are around or sleeping in
where nobody's famous and nobody cares
there's a week that's filled with weekends
a crick that trickles bourbon in your cup
your friends are around or sleeping in
your friends are around or sleeping in
where nobody's famous and nobody cares
where nobody's famous and nobody cares