When I was a boy, I dreamed of being a better man

I'd save people in distress, I'd throw outlaws in a concrete can

I'd be flying high, just fine as wine, but then that wine turned into whiskey

And now the outlaw in the mirror looks just like me

And I don't know who's been looking over my hide

But they've done a great job of keeping me alive

Lord only knows how hard a job that is

But there's something about the nighttime life

I just can't get enough, and I can't get it right

But I'll be a better man someday

Well, I tried to a pick fruit from a forbidden tree

But I ashed my cigarette into a can of gasoline

And as I watched it burn, I had an epiphany

Within the flames, why would I change

I guess I'll just be me

And I don't know who's been looking over my hide

But they've done a great job of keeping me alive

Lord only knows how hard a job that is

But there's something about the nighttime life

I just can't get enough, and I can't get it right

But I'll be a better man someday

If I could send me a letter back in time

I'd address it to a 8-year-old boy who looked up to the stars at night

Well, I'd say chase that dream and follow that long white line

You were born to run, it's in your blood, I think that you'll be fine

And I don't know who's been looking over my hide

But they've done a great job of keeping me alive

Lord only knows how hard a job that is

But there's something about the nighttime life

I just can't get enough, and hell I'll never get it right

But I'll be a better man someday

Hope I can be a better man someday

Hope I'll be a better man someday