Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook:
They were all for you
Looking back today at a history of forty pages
This will be the last one
I've been digging this grave long enough
I've been hung up on your smile
But if I lift my head up high enough:
I can see for miles and miles
Looking up today at the sun-stained hills of the western slope
I won't look back again
Driving north today back to the streets of old Fort Collins
Tonight I'm home with all my friends
Fuck no, I won't miss you
I've got some other shit to do
God damn, it's about time for me to get on with my life
Dust off your shoes son
We're going out to have some fun
It's all good now