Doing Fine

Lord, let me tell you about a place
Where we all used to go
Turn down towards Goose Island
Keep your eyelids on the road
'Cause there's boys in the hills
And they're getting lost tonight
And the girls in their cars are all gettin' high

I used to hang around a rowdy crowd out in the Rogers
Siren sounds ain't nothing, boys
As long as you can dodger
And I had no idea this damn road got so curvy
You said brother this roads straight
You're just drunk and it's gettin' early

So won't you count 'em up now, count em' up?
All the people that I've let down
Won't you round 'em up now, round em' up?
All the liars in this town
'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line
I just hope those boys I used to know
Are all doing fine, doing fine

I remember those old trains
They made noises like a steam boat
And we would throw our rocks at them
Like some assholes with some high hopes
Can't get back those aimless nights
That we all claim is ours
I guess we'll never die up there
With all those ever shining stars

So won't you count 'em up now, count em' up?
All the people that I've let down
Won't you round 'em up now, round em' up?
All the liars in this town
'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line
I just hope those boys I used to know
Are all doing fine, doing fine

Lord, let me tell you about a place
Where we all used to go
Turn down towards Goose Island
Keep your eyelids on the road