with the jobs i ve taken the bones that i ve broken seems nothing s the way that it used to be but now it s over i guess that i m older the proof is on paper in front of me write it down sound it out make it loud and this time make it count i m sorry for everything i did to you i didn t mean it late for my own funeral as usual putting it down on paper so i don t forget it all later as if i could if i tried anyway say that i learned my lesson but i make the same mistakes again think about this every day as i watch the town fade through side view mirrors with the jobs i ve taken the bones that i ve broken seems nothings the way that it used to be but now it s over i guess that i m older the proof is on paper in front of me write it down sound it out oh oh oh ohhhh make it loud and make it count think about this every day we all get old and fade away but through it all i won t forget youuuuuu i m sorry for everything i did to you i didn t mean it late for my own funeral as usual moving on now to new situations not able to turn to what felt so right familiar faces familiar places you can t look or live at for one more night write it down sound it out make it count and this time make me proud