Where Losers Do

I’ve been wondering where I’m going
A second time around
With my pants around my ankles
I’m feeling mighty down
And if you’re gonna go then go big
But you might lose
And if you lose then lose big
And hang out where the losers do
I rode with my friend from upstate
In his truck from coast to coast
We slept in the back in the desert
And on the side of the road the most
And oh when we went we went big
And all that we did lose
Won’t compare to everything we got
When we hung out where the losers do
Do you remember when I wrote good morning
To you in the snow?
When I did not use my fingers
Neither did I use my toes
And you just said that the Glory of the land
Was inside of you
And then you came and you held onto my clean hand
And we walked where the losers do