November rain keeping memory lane treacherous
my recklessness meant many to chose to make an exodus
asking where the exit is, soon after our entrances 
repeating it for emphasis, my demons had no exorcist 
except the microphone, you might just know i'm meant for this, 
I don't know where Memphis is, but still I get some messages 
from fans over there, so aware of all my sentences, 
saying that they dig it, just like Stanley Yelnats did, 
holes in my arguments and holes in my shoes - 
cobble my blues together, singing until my soul can improve
it's been a long road since the barbecues on the beach 
when we were teenagers cooking up a future to reach
some of us got there, some of us are washed up, 
like driftwood on the tideline, I find its down to pot luck - 
one second playing pool with my mates, 
next second in the pocket of a beat on a stage 

and it's crazy, I was never meant to make it, 
I was never set to take it, everything I ever wanted, 
now I claim it, payment rolling in for all of my arrangements, 
came along way from the pages in the basement 

Sun rising on the city its a beautiful dawn 
setting off to the horizon with some music to pour
Into light rays, and thunderbolts, i'm moving it forward 
fire flying your dark that's what i'm doing it for.


October sunshine reminding me of good times, 
108 Hes lane, the kind of place to unwind  
We were five guys, sharing a slice of Five Guys
pizza, playing Fifa feeling luckier than nine lives
hating on the girls that played our mates, 
hated by the girls our mates had played 
the cycle won't abate, and no debate, I don't relate 
if you see yourself as a saint, even Francis of Assisi 
spent his youth getting laid, frankly i'm to blame 
for every ex that i've estranged, the next letter 
is y, but alphabets I rearrange, avoid the question 
learn my lesson and I tame the stranger in my brain 
that's telling me to lose again

nearly 24 years i've been here
plenty more tears till I see clear 
plenty more scars till I won't bleed 
and there'll never be a day a healing of that I don't need 

and it's crazy, I was never meant to make it, 
I was never set to take it, everything I ever wanted, 
now I claim it, payment rolling in for all of my arrangements, 
came along way from the pages in the basement 

Sun rising on the city its a beautiful dawn 
setting off to the horizon with some music to pour
Into light rays, and thunderbolts, i'm moving it forward 
fire flying your dark that's what i'm doing it for.