I was turning nineteen
On a cold december night
Been burning like kerosene
For nearly half of my life
And I barely had the gpa
To make it out of eugene
You can blame it on me with the adhd
While I’m falling asleep during the sat’s

And as I packed my bags and headed to a foreign land
One way ticket on a one way plan
Lay my head down alone each night
With those same devils calling in that same old fight ‘cause
This one’s for middle sons living in the middle of
Where they coming from and half way rush of blood
This one’s for those first prayers to heaven on a road
That seems never ending

For all the heartbreak dreamers
Waiting for the light
Looking for just one reason
To get through the night
Every long lost believer
Caught in the fight
All the heartbreak dreamers
We’re gonna be alright
Everybody sing

And I was turning twenty five
In a city that don’t sleep
Was feeling only half alive
To the dreams that I keep
And I kept on waiting
Wondering if she’s waiting for me
When you’re burning down main
On a quarter tank of pain

Wearing the soles off your feet
You’ve been waiting and praying for the
Right one to come
Watch the rising and the falling of another setting sun
Nobody seems quite good enough for you
Except the wrong ones you keep running back to
So this one’s for mike still waiting for his wife
This one’s for grandma losing the love of her life
This one’s for those first prayers
To heaven on a road that seems never ending

For all the heartbreak dreamers
Waiting for the light
Looking for just one reason
To get through the night
Every long lost believer
Caught in the fight
All the heartbreak dreamers
Gonna be alright
Everybody sing

This one right here
This is for the fat girls
This one is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps
For the childhood bullies that tormented them
For the former prom queen and the milk crate ball players
For the night time cereal eaters
And for the retired elderly wal mart store front door greeters

Shake the dust
This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers driving a million broken hymns
For the men who have to hold down
Three jobs simply to hold up their children
For the night time schoolers and
For the midnight bike riders trying to fly
Shake the dust
This is for the two year olds who cannot be
Understood because they speak half english and

Half God
Shake the dust
For the boys with the beautiful, beautiful sister
Shake the dust
For the girls with those brothers who are going crazy
Those gym class wallflowers
And the twelve year olds who are afraid

Of taking public showers
For the kid who’s always late to class
Because he forgets the combination to his lockers
For the girl who loves somebody else
Shake the dust
This is for the hard men who want
To love but know that it won’t come
For the ones amendments do not stand up for
For the ones who are forgotten

For the ones who are told to speak
Only when you are spoken to
Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself
Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t
Remind you that your heart beats a hundred
Thousand times a day and that there
Are gallons of blood make every one of them oceans