Lyrics

the windshield is unconscious
and i wish i was too
the streets are tired and angry
you're good at what you do
 
the next time that i see you
it won't be like before
i won't roll my eyes
they’re too damn full
of tears and here come more

‘cause you are good at what you do
i’ll stand back and learn
the butcher's son taught everyone
and now it's his son’s turn
 
i’m told your shirts will fit me
i’ll bet they’re mostly blue
as am i and i know why
you're good at what you do
you're good at what you do
 
i drank in your honor
and i drank in your charm
i drank till i had my fill
then i cried on your arm
i cried on your arm

‘cause you are good at what you do
i’ll stand back and learn
the butcher's son taught everyone
and now it's his son’s turn

‘cause you are good at what you do
i’ll stand back and learn
the butcher's son taught everyone
and now it's his son’s turn

Written by Brendan Hines. ©2012 Not Going Further Productions (ASCAP). All rights reserved.