Singing along when you don't know the words

My hand are all cut up
from playing songs on this guitar
the blisters on my fingers relating awful scars
Sitting in classrooms you don’t care about
counting down the seconds until you get out

when you’re always on your knees
and this song won’t let you sleep

i’m up in the night to turn off the light
i left on by the phone by the door
it’s all alright it’s alright
like the sunny days in the afternoon
we used to spend drinking the news away
drinking away

i haven’t felt this good in many days
in a van on a highway in the middle of nowhere
making our own way
cause you’re always coming down
you’re so predictable
i always know where you’ll be found

and i know that you can’t hug a photograph
and i know that it’s smething you can’t take back
and i know that we will make it trough