When There’s Things

When there’s things
To think, and dreams to look back on
And we can’t let
We let go
When there’s things
To think, and dreams to look back on
And you don’t see the pain in
The light, I guess we must have
Been livin’ in a cheap old dingy for the last few years
(Cold, Drought Husbandless)
I’m talkin’ to a cop a man can’t help but think this kind of thing
Has never also loved a cop in university
So I grabbed a cold beer and the kids are all playin’ without you
I think it’s cool but I think it’s wrong
So I’m a busier man
I can kick a grown man through.