Open up the light in the hall, step to the door Hold my speculation Kick it up the road for a smoke, and better views I was thinking maybe I'd go, and take to the shore I've had no thoughts of maybe Saving every dime for a look, at better views I guess I could be riding my luck I swear he said that he don't mind But they might ask a few, and size you up just like they do I wish I could not give a fuck And let go as weeks fly by, and leave us as we were Sobered up and out of tune I live down from you And I'll find my angle But I swear that I can't handle, and I don't know what I'm doing