Roswell Studios

Who would'a thought, we'd be on the brink? Behind on our rent, dirty dishes in the sink, but uh...who would'a thought, we're lost again? We found it and fumbled it and never told our friends, and uh...who would'a thought, we'd be this old? If only we had done all the things we were told. But we didn't, and dont regret a minute. Created this mess so I guess we've got to live it -- out to the fullest with the mic in our hands, pull out the purple bag so we can try and understand. But who would'a thought, we'd learn from experience? From pot head, pill-poppin, alcoholic deviance, to find the happy median - the kids and the fence. Who would'a thought it would all make sense?