In 94, i knocked at the door I thought the good times couldn't stop Those times are gone So we wrote this song I really hope it doesn't suck Just when it seems we're picking up Something would put me in a rut You went on a new adventure Got tired of living paper thin I somehow drank ten years away And lost some friends along the way We'd hang out every single day But now those good times went away I can't tell you what i'm thinking It just always comes out wrong Karate chops, it never stops You know i love to see some rock and roll A couple beers, a couple shots The music starts, it's time to lose control There's one thing i'd like to say to you And then i think it's time to go I'd really like to thank you all for coming out and staying at the show