I was supposed to die a military man
Chest out too far with a drink in my hand
But I got folks who like hearing me rhyme
I think the thunder on the metal roof ?

It ain't been my week, it ain't been my year
And I hate to admit I just need you here

[Chorus]
So close your eyes, betcha think of when you's younger
Rest your mind, smell that northern thunder
Close your eyes, bet you think of what you used to be
The way them lights blackens all your younger memories



So close your eyes, betcha think of when you's younger
Close your eyes, smell that northern thunder
Won't you close your eyes, think of what you used to be
The way them lights blackens all your younger memories