Letra de Back Bench

Got fired from the newspaper
A million words trapped in print
You were looking for a way out
Life gave ya' a hint
Life gave ya' a hint
Breaking up with your best friend
Now you're alone on the weekend
Sun pours into your room
Creativity blooms
The genius can bloom
We're all capable of change
It's foreign and it's strange
The car, it died again
Just jump it and try again
Played baseball til' the arthritis came
Not for the stats, but the love of the game
Oh, the love of the game
Driving home to the house that you hate
Dinner for one, but you're missing a plate
Oh, you're missing a plate
We're all capable of change
It's foreign and it's strange
It's time to rearrange
We're all capable of change
Tomorrow, you'll be older
Get a new job, or get sober
Tomorrow, you'll be newer
Make friends, or get fewer, yeah