She was on fire and wild and American
She burns it out probably just because she can
And if I had a dollar for every thing I should've said
I'd prolly still be busted, I would throw it all away again
The lightening bugs light up all across the southern sky
Some guys get it all and they don't even need to try
I watched you roll away but you didn't even say goodbye
And now I hate the night, I'm guessin' that's the reason why
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
Got in my van, ended up in Boston
Thought about my friends and how easily I lost them
I'd do it all again, I'll leave everyone exhausted
Some folks get a break, me I never got one
I thought of you at night when I would drink too much
If you thought about me too, you'd never tried to get in touch
Went back to school and I ran into some guys I knew
We started up this band but we couldn't seem to get it through
We got some gigs, evetually lost that too
Did you ever think that if you're not happy it's because of you
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
I got a job selling ads for magazines
At night when I'd play, I'd think about her constantly
Everything I loved somehow got away from me
And suicide, I talked about it openly
I finally quit, or maybe I got fired, I don't know
It doesn't matter just as long as it happened though
Added up the fears and the doubts I've been living with
Songs of lightening bugs, school, work, and all that s***
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
I lost a girl sometime and a couple friends
Small talking parties I could never stomach it
I'm old enough to say that I remember when
But I dont have the time for your nastalgia and crisitisms
You live and learn, me, well I learned to let go
Parents and bosses and people who don't want you to grow
I think that anything that you want to you can do
And no one is going to tell me just who the hell I should sing to
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
(x2)
(This mine and nothing, nobody is going to ever take this away
It's a blue print of your life
I'll see ya when it's over
It's a journey)
She burns it out probably just because she can
And if I had a dollar for every thing I should've said
I'd prolly still be busted, I would throw it all away again
The lightening bugs light up all across the southern sky
Some guys get it all and they don't even need to try
I watched you roll away but you didn't even say goodbye
And now I hate the night, I'm guessin' that's the reason why
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
Got in my van, ended up in Boston
Thought about my friends and how easily I lost them
I'd do it all again, I'll leave everyone exhausted
Some folks get a break, me I never got one
I thought of you at night when I would drink too much
If you thought about me too, you'd never tried to get in touch
Went back to school and I ran into some guys I knew
We started up this band but we couldn't seem to get it through
We got some gigs, evetually lost that too
Did you ever think that if you're not happy it's because of you
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
I got a job selling ads for magazines
At night when I'd play, I'd think about her constantly
Everything I loved somehow got away from me
And suicide, I talked about it openly
I finally quit, or maybe I got fired, I don't know
It doesn't matter just as long as it happened though
Added up the fears and the doubts I've been living with
Songs of lightening bugs, school, work, and all that s***
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
I lost a girl sometime and a couple friends
Small talking parties I could never stomach it
I'm old enough to say that I remember when
But I dont have the time for your nastalgia and crisitisms
You live and learn, me, well I learned to let go
Parents and bosses and people who don't want you to grow
I think that anything that you want to you can do
And no one is going to tell me just who the hell I should sing to
And this, this is my life
On the 4th of July
It isn't much, but at least it's mine
(x2)
(This mine and nothing, nobody is going to ever take this away
It's a blue print of your life
I'll see ya when it's over
It's a journey)