Slim Chances

A few billion years ago was an empty, soulless void
When promptly depth and order were released and took hold
Now you and I are floating by means of a steel boat
Cruising seventy three miles an hour down the road
Awful slim chances of you and me

During the drive into town we hardly spoke a word
But the feeling was mutual no need to converse
Rather we turned our ears to the setting sun
It bids us goodbye at the top of its lungs
Awful slim chances of you and me
Maybe slim chances are all we need

Farewell for now my friend, I'm going off to work
Where I'll sport an awful sweaty brow in my blue collared shirt
When I get home we'll shoot the shit like we never have before
We'll blow all three hinges off of your front door
It'll be just like the good old days
I wouldn't have it any other way

Oh the memories we're making
They've bored their way down deep in my chest
You're a man in my eyes I know you'll do what's right
I wish you the best
It seems the time has come to settle down
Start acting our age
But I'll take these memories to my grave
I'll take them all to my grave

Our days carry onward toward the end of the line
It seems our slim chances suited us just fine
We were never sure off anything, neither fold nor bluff
But we played our cards and earned our scars and hoped they'd be enough
All we ever needed was a chance
All we ever needed was a chance