I'm not alone. I've got the best friends a guy could ask for this late in his 20's Who's been pissing the decade away with wandering eyes. I've got to admit, there's a fucked up parade in my head That won't quit of people I love marching the streets. They're murdering drums and they're keeping the beat. I don't know where to jump in line. Rhythm was never a strong point of mine. I'm not alone. On the eve of my best friend's wedding I quietly get drunk, And turn 30 in the blink of an eye. I'm still learning things and breaking some laws. I still write and sing these songs with their flaws. So here's to the groom who'd most likely be dead If the bride hadn't shown up and unfucked his head. I don't know where to jump in line. Rhythm was never a strong point of mine.