Postcards - Give Me a Chance (old shitty cars) Lyrics

I wanna understand
The unexplainable
I don't know if I can
But I'll shake your hand
And write about it for my band (should I talk that part?)
I don't think that South Broadway
Is the place for me to be
I just wanna feel free
So f*ck it I'll leave
On a quest for peace
I don't have my mini van anymore
But you know that
Everything falls through and paints me black and blue
The American dream
When I get back home
Oh I hope I know
Everything in-between
And what it all means
God give me a chance
Just give me a chance
When I get back home
Oh I hope I know
Everything in-between
And what it all means
God give me a chance
There's certain things
I say I don't write about
But I guess I do
There's shades of blue
Tucked between my lines and that's the truth
So I guess I'll go
Somewhere far away for the summer
When I get home I'll be a bigger man
Or at least I will believe I am
I'll draw a line
Between myself and my old life
It might not work but that's alright
It's a pretty good way to pass my time
Just give me a chance
Just give me a chance
Just give me a chance