Staring at the Sun

You with your two cars, little suit and pale life,
I guess your life's alright
You own this slick bar, really just a quiet hub for hope for the books to fight
Your kids are all grown, superglued to staying home
Cash on a drip and ties
Fame is a weak throne, never more than quick loan
Let's drink to playing tonight
And we can talk all night if it cuts your cake
But I don't think it's medicine, I just think you're messing with
Open wounds and the midnight shakes
Oh, I won't give a blessing
The cold will keep you guessing you're wrong
Why you staring at the sun?
You keep guessing who won
Staring at the sun
So, what's your ploy here?
Picking salt from old tears
I've got no games to hide
We're not the same
We've never been the same, and that's not gonna change tonight
And we can talk all night and if it cuts your cake
But I don't think it's medicine, I just think you're messing with
Open wounds and the midnight shakes
Oh I won't give a blessing
The cold will keep you guessing who won
Why you staring at the sun?
You keep guessing who won
Staring at the sun
And we can talk all night if it cuts your cake
But I don't think it's medicine, I just think you're messing with
Open wounds and the midnight shakes
Oh I won't give a blessing
The cold will keep you guessing who won
Why you staring at the sun?
You keep guessing who won
Staring at the sun