Bummer and Sons Songtext
von 3AM

drink my bud down to the last sip
crumple the can
wipe off my hands
and hit the road

I haven′t heard the last of it
'bout how my plans
got scrapped again
and I′m feelin low

talk it over with my better half
she says chasin dreams
is like creeks and streams
just let em flow

feelin better than I ever have
and its got nothin to do
with this empty can of pabst
cause now I know

that the straightest path
ain't the one where you have
to have your feet go


and I know,
that it makes no sense
to judge a river based on how straight
or fast it flows

And my spirit
is always waxing and waning
that's just how it goes,
I ain′t complaining

cause now I know,
not to worry about when
you′ll get to where you're
trying to go

Grandma′d say its all in god's hands
I feel the same
but always frame
it a bit different though

feel like my life′s run by the god of chance
my ideas
get blown up
but sometimes the dust just turns to gold


think about how I have gotten here
I've mucked it up
but must got some luck
cause I′m mostly whole

mid october drove it home this year
Color of leaves
and the changing trees
responding differently to the coming cold.

bottles in the backyard,
lawn chairs round the campfire
the slow ride round the backside
of growing up and that's alright.