Here there floats an island of saints Apprentise boys and girls to Devils that waste their time And they fall when shoes don't fit them so well slip back
I heard your song You sang your mom and dad went punk they called you the unknown quotient or something close to that Now all the little boys write bad
Lipstick stains And they're all in short hand where Everything's a quarter my heart The cut leaves, rings, and the sunshine pours in where You can mine
You looked like you were sleeping Waiting days for the twenty-two Come on We'll grab a chariot Come on We'll write a soundtrack Quarter til two, the
Half by sea Through the isthmus o'er the cape they're rounding Over land Follow the shallow ribbon of the plat an El Dorado waits like an avalanche and
Where's my shotgun? but oh, it sure is fun when your war joke's a bore and everything's been done count me out forget my head count me out forget my
Everything works for you and I'm aching These planes are an ocean that's where we grieve Where we drown, yeah yeah Open the turnstyles and we're racing
Got a song prettier than your girlfriend I got a song, yeah it's cooler than you You're just so hip, you open the gates of heaven Being cool, is that
Being young's romantic The tourists smile and say cheese It's sad when you're just a postcard Dolores has got herself a lie Frozen you last forever Got
Come on (x7) I swear in the dark where she's romancin' past the line where they're wall dancin' and the skin she sheds won't lie awake she won't lie
Its nine-eight-teen It's coffee colored evening The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling I'm left here with the Gideon Bible Long strands of her hair
We run around in circles Stumble into hurdles We can?t move Were trying to make it easy Somehow we thought it would be We battled our frustrations Nobody
Hardcore and feeling retro It feels so faux, it feels so hollow Not better than the first time but better than the last We're feeling sentimental hey,
I left my heart in Kansas It's the second biggest ball of twine Quantrill is bound to catch us Come on kids, begin to secede It'll be alright It'll be
Have you seen that moon-faced kid? that burned out halo hangs right above his head it's so hard not to be crushed when you're praying for too much and
Goodness knows it's been a wonderful run The autumn lakes with the children were swans Your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions don't seem
Though I didn't mention I prayed for you that day You left Glasco and your shell and sailed back to the bay And though it was predicted old times always