Good Ones Lyrics

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

Whoa

Talking in a bar like I might sound slick

A steel-toed biker's got a real good kick

Drunkard or a high flyer, take your pick

Telling my story like a real hot shot

They're all looking like I'm probably not

Cause the football's flying on the screen

I'm holding on the line

I've spent a day's time

I never seem to find another mind

It's crazy how I talk

Amazing where I walk

It fazed me, mouth is shut

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

Whoa

Sealed envelopes, open bottles, trash can, office chair

Desktop, nameplate, quill pen, and a bowl of pears

Big Steve, lost ease, swiveling side to side

And he's got seven meetings in six hours and the next one is at five

Small me with a bright plan, walked in with a mic stand

And a soapbox like a hot shot

Hit a weak spot and a lost thought

Got sent off with a response I once heard in a bar

I had it up to here once I stepped into my car

I'm holding on the line

I've spent a day's time

I never seem to find another mind

It's crazy how I talk

Amazing where I walk

It fazed me, mouth is shut

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

I'm gonna save it for the good ones

Whoa

I'm holding on the line

I've spent a day's time

I never seem to find another mind

It's crazy how I talk

Amazing where I walk

It fazed me, mouth is shut