Batsto

[Verse 1]

Remembering the year that you were gone

A series of decisions, unhealthy living

Writing novels in monitored time

Cold pavement under static sky

We’re gaining patience, but losing sight

We wrote off our problems as better times

[Chorus]

But hey, you couldn’t sell the stories anyway

Hey, you couldn’t sell the stories anyway

[Verse 2]

In a battle with New England of who knows you best

A mediocre vote of confidence

That poor boy won’t know what hit him

If and when you tell commitment to take a hike

It’s the same old story

So, help me if I try to make an honest effort this time

[Chorus]

But hey, we couldn’t tell the stories anyway

Hey, we couldn’t tell the stories anyway

Hey, you couldn’t sell the stories anyway

Yeah, hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway