It's a sign of the season
When the chips start to fall
It's the rhyme and the reason
You're letting them go
This time
Staring down from the end of the bar
I'm the kid with his hand in the jar
I'm the kid with his hand in the jar
Staring down from the end of the bar
With those eyes and some feeling
Wage an old fashioned war
But you're staring in a mirror
Straight into your soul
This time
Rewrite
Reward
Staring down from the end of the bar
I'm the kid with his hand in the jar
I'm the kid with his hand in the jar
Staring down from the end of the bar