Doing Fine - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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

And I use to hang around a rowdy crowd out in the Rogers

Siren sounds ain't nothing, boys, as long as you can dodge her

And I had no idea this damn road got so curvy

You said, "Brother, this road's 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 toein' 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 steamboat

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 as ours