Maybe I'm not some chosen one
But damnit, I'm my father's son
And that's something
I'm pretty proud to beThe colder days have drawn their guns
The warmer days are on the run
And I hate that I'm stuck right in betweenI'll turn my grey skies blue
Just trying to be like youGoing top down in that old Mercedes
Music loud, go ahead and hate me
Spare the nickel I'll just keep the dime
Find ways to cut the fat
Hot coffee and a Trident pack
Damnit, it's so good to be aliveHeroes come to save a mess
You sewed the hole inside my chest
And found a way to soak up all the stainsGot all my anger bottled up
A drop away to fill that cup
But any more and I might go insaneOh I'll turn my grey skies blue
Just trying to be like youGoing top down in that old Mercedes
Music loud, go ahead and hate me
Spare the nickel I'll just keep the dime
Find ways to cut the fat
Hot coffee and Trident pack
Damnit it's so good to be aliveDamnit it's so good to be alive