This is where we came of age
Where we struck water
Not always exciting
But it's what we needed if not what we wanted
We can't change how we got here
But look how far we've gotten
The roads are getting bad
Snow on the hotel balcony
And you said
It's a good excuse for us not to drive home
The wind blows like smoke from someone else's cigarette
Should we stay in or brave it
Like a reflection of the moon on the water
Home makes you feel half empty and distorted
So call me from the hotel
I can't afford it anymore
If you strike oil, you'll be dead by morning
But I struck water
Focus on what's important