They called you on your bluff.
Your good intentions weren't ever good enough to keep their minds from making up.
Is it alright if I don't come out tonight
and we let the old rules turn their pages for a while?
I'm like a match that won't light, I toe a line I can't fight;
only as good as "remember whens?" of the way it used to go.
I don't want to know.
Play me a song from the legion halls, back of the van and the truck stop walls.
Show me you've got something to say; you know that I'm waiting.
I heard they gave you the words to sing, and listening now I can't feel a thing.
How does it feel to speak that loud and know you don't mean it?
Your good intentions weren't ever good enough to keep their minds from making up.
Is it alright if I don't come out tonight
and we let the old rules turn their pages for a while?
I'm like a match that won't light, I toe a line I can't fight;
only as good as "remember whens?" of the way it used to go.
I don't want to know.
Play me a song from the legion halls, back of the van and the truck stop walls.
Show me you've got something to say; you know that I'm waiting.
I heard they gave you the words to sing, and listening now I can't feel a thing.
How does it feel to speak that loud and know you don't mean it?