hey man it s been a while do you remember me when i hit the streets i was 17 a little wild a little green i ve been up and down and in between to all these years and miles and memories i m still chasin dreams but i ain t lookin over my shoulder i like the bed i m sleepin in just like me it s broken in it s not old just older like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans this skin i m in it s alright with me it s not old just colder it s good to see your face you ain t no worse for wear breathin that california air when you took on the world we were young and brave we got secrets that we ll take to the grave standing here shoulder to shoulder i like the bed i m sleepin in just like me it s broken in it s not old just colder like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans this skin i m in it s alright with me it s not old just colder i m not old enough to sing the blues but i wore the holes in the soles of these shoes you roll the dice til they call your bluff but you can t win until you re not afraid to lose yea well i look in the mirror i don t hate what i see there s a few more lines starin back at me now the night has grown a little bit colder hey man we gotta run you take care if you see coach t tell him i ve cut my hair i ve kept my faith i still believe i m just i like the bed i m sleepin in just like me it s broken in it s not old just colder like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans this skin i m in it s alright with me it s not old just older ahh ahh yea it s not old just