Tears donit matter much

Matt Bradley's got the broken teeth

He wears a jean jacket with a bullet in the sleeve

He's just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC

And I sing along

I sing along

My tears don't matter much

They don't matter much (x2)

Doug Deluca's voice could break a heart

I recorded every song

I used up three whole tapes, and put 'em in a box

To give away

To break a heart

My tears don't matter much

They don't matter much (x2)

When the boys sing their songs

And the kids they sing along...

I'm just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC

And I sing along

I sing along

Cory Branan's got an evil streak

And a way with words that'll bring you to your knees

Oh he can play the wildest shows and he can sing so sweet

I still sing along

My tears don't matter much

They don't matter much (x2)

When the boys sing their songs

And the kids they sing along...

I'm just another Southern boy who dreams of nights in NYC

And I sing along

I still sing along

My tears don't matter much

They don't matter much (x6)