None of this is written in stone

wish i were in genoa city
there's so much there to do
i paint my name on a freeway bridge
to be a part of something new
i've been this way for half my life
somewhere inside

I've got big plans and dreams there's
little seams i've left unsewn
i ran away with sal and dean but it was just a book
i never touched the road
i guess you just couldn't see this
through someone else's eyes

Sometimes i feel the butterflies
wishin to see some different skies
sometimes i'm better off alone
sometimes i think i'm really wise
planting truth among the lies
you and i know that none of this is written in stone

i know we were loud last night
your broom shook our floor somehow
i know we got a drinking problem
just don't wanna solve it right now
better of unsung than giving up being young

I know your words were impressive
if i just listened to what you said
and all the critics were so agressive
i considered the conversation dead

excuse me please your highness
i have a disease called shyness

sometimes i feel the butterflies
wishin to see some different skies
sometimes i'm better off alone
at times i think you're really wise
difference of truth among the lies
you and i know that none of this is written in stone

just turn the music up real loud and
yell at each other from across the room
just pretend you can understand me
we'll pretend not to hear the truth

is there no method in the madness of our youth?

sometimes i feel the butterflies
wishing to see some different skies
sometimes i'm better off alone
at times i think we're really wise
any truth among the lies?
you and i know that none of this is written in stone

but you and i know that none of this is written in stone..
etc.