Young Concussion

[Verse 1]
Another Saturday night
Some place that I can't recall
I took a slap to the face
And then some Jack to the skull

[Chorus]
Well, you're never gonna feel this young
Just a little bit of waiting too much
Yeah, you're never gonna feel this young
Easy to ride but hard to touch

[Verse 2]
This other time on the sands
A brother asked me to stay
I woke without all my clothes
And nothing left [?] to say

[Chorus]
You know, you're never gonna be this young
It's just a little bit of waiting too much
You know, you're never gonna feel this young
Easy to ride but hard to touch

[Chorus]
You know, you're never gonna be this young
It's just a little bit of waiting too much
You know, you're never gonna feel this young
Easy to ride but hard to touch

[Bridge]
If you say that's the show, I won't mind
But you're ready to pack your things and leave
I've got nothing left to hide
But you've got plenty up your sleeve
(Uhhhh!)
(Ohhhh!)
(Oohhh!)

[Guitar breakdown]

[Outro]
If you stay past the show, I won't mind
But you're ready to pack your things and leave
I've got nothing left to hide
But you've got plenty up your sleeve