This Garage

I've passed on more than I can handle
 Got my cellphone on the mantle
 Dad's asleep on the couch, I crawl outta the house
 With some cans full
 It's like 10 in the evening
 Our odd-workingman's weekend
 We get drunk on a Monday, make it last through the weekdays
 Then maybe sleep in
 We ease into each other
 Spellbound sisters and brothers
 Tossin' cards 'round in Kings, bumping into our things
 Using keg cups for cover
 Some leave later than some
 Some stay put but still gone
 And we pass 'round the starlight
 With Blue Ribbon and Bud Light
 As the night putters on
 I'm not sure what we will hold onto
 And what we'll leave behind
 Was it coming any clearer
 Or were we just wasting time
 I'm not sure what we have held onto
 And what we all have lost
 But I'll never lose those nights we had
 Out in the garage
 We take turns with the speakers
 Each sharing our keepers
 I play "Lost Case of Being Found"
 And "Sunday Morning Coming Down"
 Tryna reach through the ether
 But we're covered in bruises
 Each not sure what our use is
 'Til we look 'round the room
 Catch us burst and then bloom
 No need for usin', it's useless
 If you're all empty-handed
 You'll find the poor fool who's standing
 He'll reach behind yr chair to the Frigidaire
 And dispense to the demanding
 Some spill drinks from their spouts
 Some move out of this house
 This night's filled with yearning
 All bleary eyes burning
 As our lives putter out
 I'm not sure what we will hold onto
 And what we'll leave behind
 Was it coming any clearer
 Or were we just wasting time
 I'm not sure what we have held onto
 And what we all have lost
 But I'll never lose those nights we had
 Out in the garage
 No, I'll never lose those nights we had
 Out in the garage