"Old Dogs" Lyrics

The lovely sinking ocean
the lonely crying road
the last standing light post proud but alone

that old rusted street bench
from berkeley to chicago
i miss our old town cold but beautiful

and we could still make it today
if we manage to stay on our feet
and the promise of better days
fuck it we're doing fine without it
we're like old dogs on tour

a crumbling house in fargo
drink with you in orlando
this city looks fine when the lights are all closed

walking 'round seattle
there's way too many angels
it's too late for beer I need a coke

and we still think of excuses to drink
every night for the past seven years
and i know she'll be with you tonight
but staying home would be like dying
we're like old dogs on tour

and we still think of excuses to drink
every night for the past seven years
and i know she'll be with you tonight
but staying home would be like dying

and we still need excuses to drink
tonight and tomorrow morning
and we could still make it today
after all there's something on my feet
we're like old dogs on tour