Back to the asphalt
Coming up aces
Two hundred ways to say I'm in the middle of changing
Coins in the jukebox
Whatever they're playing
Turn it up, turn it up

Middle of winter
See you at Wally's
It's a beautiful myth that we can tell when we've fallen
Overproof whiskey
The band's busy raging
Turn it up

I wanna put it aside
For the night

Good God
It's one for the books
It's just a shot for your birthday
And one for end of the world
My God
Try not to look
It's just a shot for your birthday
And one for the end of the world

Newsman's erupting
Bout bombs in the sky
You say it still matters when you turn 29
Street's bright enough
To see when somebody's crying
We poured one out for the dying

Drowning in politics
Trying to fly
It's a beautiful myth that we've been getting it right
Maybe this moments yours if you want
It's your birthday tonight

I wanna put it aside
For the night

Good God
It's one for the books
It's just a shot for your birthday
And one for end of the world
My God
Try not to look
It's just a shot for your birthday
And one for the end of the world

Cheers to the barfly chasing down his dream
Time will give this story its meaning
Cheers to a moment I never wanted to leave
So of course it left me

Good God
It's one for the books
It's just a shot for your birthday
And one for end of the world
My God
Try not to look
It's just a shot for your birthday
And one for the end of the world, it's the end of the world