There's times I sit down and stop and think
That the things I got going really aren't so bad
An empty tank of gas some broken guitar strings
Are just petty things really are quite sad
Then I think of the significant things
My friends, my girl
My van, my dog, my band
Don't sit and stress the little things
Your life will run away
And you wont be around for long
to take a stand
and tell me how it is to be
For good (for good)
For good (for good)
For awesome (for awesome)
For good or for awesome
We'll play a show and no one knows
what it's like when the doors close
But I am greatful for everything I've had
Drink a beer throw out fear just another waste of time
The same old excuse
Another dumb excuse for being sad