CannonandtheBoxes - Keychains Lyrics

Sharing smoke out by the waters edge
I've got the keychain
To commemorate the day
I keep it hung up on my rear view mirror
It's a souvenir
It's a cheap veneer

Who would have thought that rock and roll
Could cause anyone pain
I didn't take you for a prophet
Why'd you make me as a saint
And who ever thought you'd be my Son Volt
Maybe that's the story that helps me cope

I put the needle down and Mr. Newman sings about
A black dog named Dan
In a town called Birmingham
I stay hung up on the little things
Was it all my fault
Or did I feed the flame

Who would have thought that rock and roll
Could take our bonds and break 'em
They were bent by getting high
And telling lies like we had made it
And who ever thought that we'd be so cold
Maybe that's the way that these things go

Sharing smoke out by the waters edge
I've got the keychain
But the cord's starting to fray
I'll patch it up in time, I hope I can
Before the rope's too thin
I've gotta be that man