All roads run from this one

There′s buckled up seat on the bus

We chuckle off at the next stopAnd nobody came after us

We blinked at our freedom

Took a right on a no turn on red

When we were younger we never got older

We laid on the brakes and then sped

By the swallowed up barns

Past the farms and the big fields

The sun coming up in our eyes

Days were back birds charging up on a wire

And nights were the fourth of July

Somebody said, "Out there"

"In the hole there's a miracle cure"

While they rattled off all the side-effect scripture

We dressed up and fell of the earth

Into satellite lanes

Past the plains and the great lakes

The wool pulled down over our eyes

Days were back birds charging up on a wire

And nights were the fast-forward rewind

Nickels in the fountains

And the lobbies among the downtowns

We sit next to monsters we′re hoping to kill

And the glory days come back around

And we find our old movies

On the floor of the attic

The scenes shuffle by in our eyes

Days are black birds charging up on a wire

And nights are the rest of our lives