Now this is all me, now this is all me Watch out for late phone calls Wheat paste and concrete walls Go too far, live too long Time's too short, right
The northeast, well, it's all I really know With dust and bricks, and some cars in the snow It's like New York in the late summer time Can breathe again
open road is on my back today hold me up and sure not to drag away all these twists and turns piles of dreams and dimes ill take whats infront and leave
sun?s going down let?s get together on the bridge we?ll meet up tonight black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags above the East River?s northern lights
These, these cracks tell time and story lines Burdens post red explore And all my fancy books are just for looks It drives slow like this train Train
We cut the legs off of our pants Threw our shoes into the ocean Sit back and wave through the daylight Sit back and wave through the daylight Slip and
And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine I hope that someday I'll see without these frames And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone 'Cause in
I wanna sleep through the weekend I wanna try I wanna walk on my own floor Before I die And now, now the band tunes up And now remember your lines And
I hear that shoe strings tend to break but they tie back together great I feel I know i know where youre coming from Notebooks filled with lines and
pull out all the stops we are coming home tonight a pair of old boxing gloves in a new fight where every single scar well it means something to me as
Check, check, check Check, check Let's cut down the day In this green rusty van Like a red Cadillac Top down, shoulders tan I bought my first watch
Please direct my call Like strings and cans through halls I made some out of lead And I tried them out from bed Couldn't make it through the walls Turn
Three teeth left his silver smile Brushed clean three metal tiles And tiles like parking lots Three miles, it never stops, boy You'll be okay, boy, your
Show me the side streets in your life Train yards like bone yards sharpened knives Sidewalks are unassuming fields Concrete and cracks won't cut you deals
Tape holds things that cannot stick And keep leftovers in the fridge While lessons learned go down the drain I can't believe everything And all the bad
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 It's a fact, printed stained Burned deep into my brain It keeps turning in my mind Like nuts and bolts so long 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Hold
Locked knees, no keys Brooklyn, Grand Street Four flights, late nights Black socks, white dice Ten pounds, loud sounds Turned up, tied and bound Don'
Fifteen years old, picking out the same old clothes While these posters are wallpaper for those with the same goal She'll try out on on the day after
