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