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In the suburbs I |
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I learned to drive |
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And you told me we'd never survive |
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Grab your mother's keys we're leavin' |
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You always seemed so sure |
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That one day we'd be fighting |
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In a suburban war |
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Your part of town against mine |
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I saw you standing on the opposite shore |
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But by the time the first bombs fell |
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We were already bored |
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We were already, already bored |
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Sometimes I can't believe it |
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I'm movin' past the feeling |
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Sometimes I can't believe it |
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I'm movin' past the feeling again |
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Kids wanna be so hard |
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But in my dreams we're still screamin' and runnin' through the yard |
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And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall |
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And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall |
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Meant nothin' at all |
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Meant nothin' at all |
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It meant nothin |
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Sometimes I can't believe it |
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I'm movin' past the feeling |
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Sometimes I can't believe it |
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I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night |
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So can you understand? |
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Why I want a daughter while I'm still young |
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I wanna hold her hand |
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And show her some beauty |
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Before all this damage is done |
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But if it's too much to ask, it's too much to ask |
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Then send me a son |
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Under the overpass |
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In the parking lot we're still waiting |
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It's already past |
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So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass |
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Cause it's already past |
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It's already, already past |
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Sometimes I can't believe it |
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I'm movin' past the feeling |
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Sometimes I can't believe it |
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I'm movin' past the feeling again |
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I'm movin' past the feeling |
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I'm movin' past the feeling |
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In my dreams we're still screamin' |
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We're still screamin' |
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We're still screamin' |
