Doing Fine

Lord, let me tell you about a place where we all used to go Turn down towards Goose Island, keep your eyelids on the road 'Cause there's boys in the hills and they're getting lost tonight And the girls in their cars are all gettin' high And I use to hang around a rowdy crowd out in the Rogers Siren sounds ain't nothing boys as long as you can dodger And I had no idea this damn road got so curvy You said brother this roads straight You're just drunk and it's gettin' early So won't you count 'em up now, count 'em up? All the people that I've let down Won't you round 'em up now, round 'em up? All the liars in this town 'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line I just hope those boys I used to know Are all doing fine, doing fine And I remember those old trains they made noises like a steam boat And we would throw our rocks at them like some assholes with some high hopes Can't get back those aimless nights that we all claim is ours I guess we'll never die up there with all those ever shining stars So won't you count 'em up now, count 'em up? All the people that I've let down Won't you round 'em up now, round 'em up? All the liars in this town 'Cause I'm coming home and I'm toeing the line I just hope those boys I used to know Are all doing fine, doing fine Lord, let me tell you about a place where we all used to go Turn down towards Goose Island Keep your eyelids on the road --- Doing Fine - Zach Bryan