Hey, man it's been awhile do you remember me? When I hit the streets I was 17 a little wild, a little green I've been up and down and in between After all these years and miles and memories I'm still chasing dreams but I ain't lookin' over my shoulder
I like the bed i'm sleeping in It's just like me its broken in It's not old, just older Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans This skin I'm in its alright with me It's not old, just older
It's good to see your face You ain't no worse for wear Breathing that California air When we took on the world we were young and brave We got secrets that we'll take to the grave And were standing here shoulder to shoulder
I like the bed i'm sleeping in It's just like me its broken in It's not old, just older Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans This skin I'm in its alright with me It's not old, just older
I'm not old enough to sing the blues But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes You can roll the dice 'till they call your bluff But you can't win until you're not afraid to lose, yeah
Well, I look in the mirror I don't hate what I see There's a few more lines staring back at me Now the nights have grown a little bit colder Hey man, I gotta run You take care If you see coach T tell him i've cut my hair I kept my faith I still believe I'm just
I like the bed i'm sleeping in It's just like me its broken in It's not old, just older Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans This skin I'm in its alright with me It's not old, just older
Compositores: John Francis Bongiovi (PRS), William Falcone (BMI)Editores: Billy Falcon Music (BMI), Bonjovi Music, Universal Music Publishing International Ltd (PRS), Songs Of Polygram International Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #21258831 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM