Every Party Has to End
By Gregg Inhofer

Every party has to end cause you know just how far out you can go. If you’d settle on a dream, you might find help in some form of Divine. But you don’t know how to quit and you don’t know when is when. You don’t know how to drive but you’re behind the wheel again. I wish you’d stop for a minute of your precious day. Try and understand what I’m tryin’ to say. That’s why, every party has to end. Every ticket has a price that you pay somewhere along the way. When will you see you’ve gone too far this time and you’re losing what’s left of your mind. But you don’t know right from wrong. and you don’t know how to grieve. Stayed at the fair too long and now you don’t know how to leave. Why don’t you stop for a minute of your precious day. Try and understand what I’m tryin’ to say this time every party has to end. I’m getting tired of slammin’ my face into the pavement. and I’m wonderin’ when and if I’ve ever gonna get my release. Just how long does a guy have to work in this old world just to find himself a little piece of peace. Everybody has a dream that they hold tightly wrapped up in their soul. If they’d only let it out to play, they might find help on the way. But they’re thinkin’ that they’re old and they don’t know how to play. They’re living in the past instead of living for today. I wish you’d stop for a minute of your precious day. Try and understand what I’m tryin’ to say this time, every party has to end.