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Son let me tell you a story about a boy who was trying to be a man
Just a young hot shot who was sitting on top of the world he was living in
Didn't have a clue
I didn't know about you
I'd hit the town and knock a few down, take somebody home
Another notch in the belt, a prize on a shelf, a name I didn't know
There'd been a few
But I'm breaking through
To the games I played and hard mistakes that led me here to you
To the bitter trail of heartaches and every sorry ass excuse
What I was ain't what I am, and I ain't hiding' from the past
But I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
Here's looking at you, kid
All those times I rolled the dice and walked away alone
Now I'm trading in my recklesss heart for restless nights at home
And it's just as well
But I'm scared as hell
I never dreamed I'd see the things I see when I see you
And boy it seems that we've both got some growing up to do
I took my time
But now you're mine
To the games I played and hard mistakes that led me here to you
To the bitter trail of heartaches and every sorry ass excuse
What I was ain't what I am, and I ain't hiding' from the past
But I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
Here's looking at you, kid
Those days are disappearing baby
Now I'm seeing clearly for the first time in a while
That man I want to be
I pray that he can hang around this time
To the games I played and hard mistakes that led me here to you
To the bitter trail of heartaches and every sorry ass excuse
What I was ain't what I am, and I ain't hiding' from the past
But I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
Here's looking at you, kid
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Son let me tell you a story about a boy who was trying to be a man
Just a young hot shot who was sitting on top of the world he was living in
Didn't have a clue
I didn't know about you
I'd hit the town and knock a few down, take somebody home
Another notch in the belt, a prize on a shelf, a name I didn't know
There'd been a few
But I'm breaking through
To the games I played and hard mistakes that led me here to you
To the bitter trail of heartaches and every sorry ass excuse
What I was ain't what I am, and I ain't hiding' from the past
But I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
Here's looking at you, kid
All those times I rolled the dice and walked away alone
Now I'm trading in my recklesss heart for restless nights at home
And it's just as well
But I'm scared as hell
I never dreamed I'd see the things I see when I see you
And boy it seems that we've both got some growing up to do
I took my time
But now you're mine
To the games I played and hard mistakes that led me here to you
To the bitter trail of heartaches and every sorry ass excuse
What I was ain't what I am, and I ain't hiding' from the past
But I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
Here's looking at you, kid
Those days are disappearing baby
Now I'm seeing clearly for the first time in a while
That man I want to be
I pray that he can hang around this time
To the games I played and hard mistakes that led me here to you
To the bitter trail of heartaches and every sorry ass excuse
What I was ain't what I am, and I ain't hiding' from the past
But I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
I'll raise a glass to all the days ahead
Here's looking at you, kid
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Writer: Bo Armstrong, Brian Phillips, Hunter Newsom, Michael Baum
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