Just Like We Practiced

Can you remember that progression

Something happy something sad

You were writing all the lines and

I could have learned a thing or two

You take out your guitar

We'll write some new nostalgia

Just like we practiced

All those years ago

Late December there's nothing colder

Than when you're lay in a heap

There's no sense in getting older

If memories all you can't keep

You take out your guitar

We'll write some new nostalgia

Just like we practiced

All those years ago

Just like we practiced

All those years ago