Verse 1] Woke up on a Tuesday with the same old mess Coffee in the ashtray, still wearing yesterday’s regret Told myself this morning that today would be the one But the road behind me’s littered with the things I should’ve done [Pre-Chorus] Every “I’ll fix it later” turned into a scar Every “one more time” became who we are [Chorus] We didn’t get here by making good decisions No clean blueprint, no master plan we’re living in Just standing on a mountain of glorious catastrophes “Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time,” we sing with ease History ain’t a straight line of brilliant moves, my friend It’s a drunk guy stumbling forward, face-planting into something useful in the end Yeah we didn’t get here clean… but here we are again [Verse 2] Penicillin showed up in a dish somebody forgot Internet was born ’cause somebody was scared of getting shot We went for the moon on the backs of a thousand failed tries While the smart ones said “slow down” and the crazy ones just closed their eyes [Pre-Chorus] Every wrong turn left a trail we could follow Every broken arrow somehow pointed to tomorrow [Chorus] We didn’t get here by making good decisions No straight line, just a crooked path we’re living in Standing on a mountain of glorious catastrophes “Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time,” we sing with ease History ain’t a straight line of brilliant moves, my friend It’s a drunk guy stumbling forward, face-planting into something useful in the end Yeah we didn’t get here clean… but here we are again [Bridge] So raise a glass to the screw-ups that kept us alive To the almosts and the maybes that somehow let us survive Maybe next time we’ll do better, maybe next time we’ll see Or maybe we’ll just stumble into something better than we dreamed [Final Chorus – bigger, half-time feel] We didn’t get here by making good decisions No, we didn’t get here by making good decisions We’re standing on a mountain of glorious catastrophes And “it seemed like a good idea at the time” is our national anthem, baby [Outro – soft, almost spoken] History ain’t a straight line… It’s a drunk guy stumbling forward… Face-planting into something useful… And getting back up again.
