Well, you had it all along.
Some days you still don't know you got it.
Singin' songs to the middle of a bottle.
A little drunk not nearly drunk enough!
But your fallin' down, down anyhow.
Children they will come and go.
Always learnin' how to be adults.
But they get it down, down somehow.
In the middle of your pride.
A cryin' hole the size of flat 49.
Standing inside.
Dr. Hubris and his vile of turpentime!
And he pours it down, down your achin' throat of lies.
Well you keep it down, down with some sugar and some time.
By the time you get to San Narcisco
You still won't have a clue.
Cryin' in your hat
Over something that was never wrote to you.
But you got it down, down anyhow.
Well you had it all along.
Just remember that you got it.
Singin' songs and your singin' songs.
Just remember that you had it all along.
Well you got it down, down somehow.