This Spring

I was mean to a friend 
 with a helmet on my head. 
 In fact the friend?s the drummer 
 that watches my back. 
 He?s always there to help me, 
 still I have to give him shit. 
 At a venue in Finland 
 I totally lost it. 
 I was drunk, man 
 if it helps you to understand. 

 Visited my old life 
 with a girl that could have been my wife. 
 We had a good night out 
 ?til I got into this fight 
 with a fucker that had started to loose his hair. 
 He deserved getting beaten 
 but I should have known better 
 than that, man. 
 No one deserves to bleed for me. 

  
 Someone wrote about us in a music magazine. 
 Words so nice I got a tear in my eye. 
 Never thought I?d care for what a journalist said. 
 Never thought I?d pay any attention to that, 
 but I did, yeah. 
 Thanks for caring, m'am. 

 There she was, the women of my dreams, 
 not only beutiful, she was Finnish. 
 I asked for her number, 
 we could go out for a beer. 
 I?ve got a husband and a son, she said, 
 but we could still be friends. 
 Yeah, big chanse. It never works out well 
 when you?re filled with yourself, it never works out well. 
 This spring has been the weirdest one this far.