Album: Spurs and Spokes / Bull > Matador
Stick to what you know baby,
it's not the end of the world just yet
When opportunity screams your name,
you have only yourself to blame
It's every man for himself tonight,
we're growin' out of these old clothes
The other coast, it calls my name,
but I just want to stay at home
You're dressed in white standing by the altar,
I'm at some junkies home on South State St
sleepin' on the floor And that phone keeps a-ringin',
door bell's a-buzzin' alright But loud noises like
sirens don't really wake me up no more
It's every man for himself tonight,
we're growing out of these old clothes
The alarm clock radio plays my song,
but I just want to stay asleep
It goes around in a circle, it'll come back again
The more I can learn the more I'm sure we can win,
you've gotta take some chances to progress in life
It's me on my own, I hunt for myself tonight