Black coffee cup reflection.
I've seen this look in my eyes on other peoples faces that i said i never wanted to be like.
There's just too much to live for to sit around this room bored, wanting more, waiting for something to knock on my door.
Here's to new beginnings.
Here's to something more.
Here's to you and your dreams and everything you've worked so hard for.
Here's to all the places we've never been before.
Here's to summer tours and hardwood floors, to you and yours.
We wrote this song; it's four chords long; we hope you'll sing along.