Find My Way Home

There’s a heaven I drive by sometimes,
When I’m going straight out of my mind,
It’s like a religion, like falling asleep at the wheel,
With a solid 8 hours to drive,
And there’s a street that I walk down at night,
In an attempt to dodge all of the cars on the left and the right,
From the front to the back,
Side to side,
And the streetlights let me know that I’m still alive,
So raise up your glass for toast,
Cause you’re life is all I’ve ever known,
It’s all I’ve ever known, and it’s never enough,
Yeah yeah yeah,
Pour another beer and then,
Another shot of Jameson,
Help me find my way home,
Help me find my way home,
And it’s never enough,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
I’ll share half my bottle with you,
And we’ll convince ourselves what we’ve been through
Is the end, it’s the edge,
It’s the feeling that no one is near,
It’s that feeling we grasp at for hope and for fear,
So raise up your glass for toast,
Cause you’re life is all I’ve ever known,
It’s all I’ve ever known, and it’s never enough,
Yeah yeah yeah,
Pour another beer and then,
Another shot of Jameson,
Help me find my way home,
Help me find my way home,
And it’s never enough,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
(Whoas til the end)