Texty: Broadway Calls. Good Views, Bad News. Wake Up Call.

My jacket pockets are full of my hands.
On nights like this I?d rather stay inside.
Cause the bitter wind is blowing, but I get to see my friends tonight.
I?ll be stuck in this place for the rest of the year.
I can feel the indifference. What?s the difference? I don?t need this.
And we danced in your headlights.
I would kill for those nights.
Friends all kiss their bottles.
The minutes slowly cut the fears away.
For nights like this I trade my days.

My jacket pockets are full of my hands.
On nights like this I?d rather stay inside.
Cause the bitter wind is blowing, but I get to see my friends tonight.
I?ll be stuck in this place for the rest of the year.
I can feel the indifference. What?s the difference? I don?t need this.

Let?s hear it for the breakdown.
Let?s hear it for the wake up call.
Remember when we?d laugh all night without a drink, or without a place to go.

And we danced in your headlights.
I would kill for those nights.

I can feel the indifference. What?s the difference? I don?t need this.

With your laugh in my ears still ringing,
and the tears in my eyes still streaming.
I?ve got strong memories. Let?s make this tonight please