Tickets to the Fight

Don't cry don't cry
'Cause here we're standing on a train,
Holding our tickets to the fight down on parkway.
I'll try to be a an
I'll try to be a man
Hold my head up straight I the quicksand

Because I'm starting to hate girl
I'm starting to hate
Oh yeah I'm starting to hate girl
I'm starting to hate

And in these times I've cried and I left my fingers on
to find out
to find out

Oh... I'm letting you know now,
I'm high on a fence looking right, wanna let go
You might want to be
Yes you might wanna be
More than you are it takes strength to find thee.

Because I'm starting to hate girl
I'm starting to hate
Oh yeah I'm starting to hate girl
I'm starting to hate

and in these times I've cried and I'll left my fingers on
to find out
to find out