story of my life

high school seemed like such a blur

i didn't have much interest in sports or school elections. and in class i dreamed all day

of a rock 'n' roll weekend

and the girl in the front of the room

so close yet so far y'know she never seemed to notice

that this silly schoolboy crush

wasn't just pretend. life goes by so fast

you only want to do what you think is right. close your eyes and then it's past;

story of my life

and i went down my old neighborhood

the faces have all changed there's no one left to talk to

and the pool hall i loved as a kid

is now a seven eleven

i went downtown to look for a job

i had no training

no experience to speak of. i looked at the holes in my jeans

and turned and headed back. good times come and good times go

i only wish the good times would last a little longer. i think about the good times we had

and why they had to end. so i sit at the edge of my bed

i strum my guitar and i sing an outlaw love song. thinkin' 'bout what you're doin' now

and when you're comin' back.