Wasted Youth

Wasted Youth

We were dancing in the headlights
Had our lives ahead of us
Seventeen and full of dreams
We're gonna make the world our own

And your feet were on the dashboard
A cigarette between your lips
You were talking and I was driving
It's the days like that I miss

And you called it a Wasted Youth
Running wild and fast and loose
We didn't know what we were gonna do
When we grew up

We took that road trip down to New Orleans
Got lost along the way
Rubbed the tombstones in the graveyard
And then we sat and prayed

For lost souls and lost lives
And our lost innocence
We were dancing in the graveyard
And we've been dancing ever since

And you called it a Wasted Youth
Running wild and fast and loose
We didn't know what we were gonna do
When we grew up

Now I'm staring down thirty
I still feel the same
Just a little older, a little larger
Baby it's the scenery that's changed

And would you still call it a Wasted Youth
Depending on your point of view
And I still don't know what we're gonna do
When we grow up

I'm still living my Wasted Youth
Running wild and fast and loose
I still don't know what I'm gonna do
When I grow up
If I ever grow up

Postcards From the UK

I sent you a postcard from the UK
It's just my way to say I'm thinking of you

I saw your face in cobblestone streets
And cheap hotel sheets, an old pile of rocks

It's been six months since I kissed you
Last laid down with you, I didn't know it was goodbye

I sent you a postcard from the UK
It's just my way to say I still love you

Whilst in Oxford I learned to say bugger all
I learned to pub crawl and got sick on the train

It's been so long since I held you
So what can I do?  Pour another pint for me

I sent you a postcard from the UK
I thought you might read it and say I miss you, too

The London skyline said you are not mine
And things will be fine, but I couldn't agree

'Cause it's been six months since I saw you
Last laid before you to grovel at your feet

I sent you this postcard from the UK
It said the weather is great and I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

Thanks for the Coffee
If my body were a crossword you could do it in pen
A thousand times and then over again
If my heart were heavy would you carry it, dear?
Like I carry the weight of all our years

Complications aside
My hesitations abide
But I can't, no I can't

I think they said we moved too soon
When we tried to build Rome in just one afternoon
We started in the attic walls
And kept on going to the basement halls

For in the days we'd slave
For the nights of love to be made
And there was love to be made

I thought that when the car crashed
I had lost you amongst the broken glass
Spilled out like confetti on the Florida street
Like a fate to be seen or a promise to keep

I would give you my word
Just like I gave you my world
But I can't, no I can't

Thanks for the coffee and for the time
Thanks for letting my feelings rhyme
I'm sorry that I left you, I'm sorry that I quit
I'm sorry for letting my Freudian slip

You say it's for the best
But I think it's for rest
For the rest of our lives
It's for the rest of our lives

If my body were a crossword you could do it in pen

Let's Don't

You come knocking on my back door
Just like so many nights before
It seems that you might have lost your keys
You gotta ring my bell honey if you please

Loving you brought me to my knees
So let's don't rewrite our history

You ask me for another chance
For a little momentary romance
You are nothing if not brief
So why don't you save us all a little grief?

Loving you brought me to my knees
So let's don't rewrite our history

You come knocking on my back door
Just like so many nights before
When I decline you ask me why
I said I got some bigger fish to fry

Loving you made me weak in the knees
So let's don't forget we're history

Light Up

I saw your red hair in glossy black and white
And the military man stood by your side
I saw you light up, I saw you light up that night

I saw you smiling in the time of white and black
With the segregated sisters and the railroad tracks
That cut this town in two, They cut this town in two

The x-ray shows me nothing but black
Please tell me how much you lack

I saw you smoking in the dim lamplight
With the TV glow reflecting
I saw you light up, I saw you light up that night

I heard you made a pact with a dead man
You said I can't wait to see you again

The Back Row

You could dip me in the water
To cleanse me of my sins
You could drown me in it if you'd like
It won't change what's within

I could show up on Sunday
Just in time for the choir
I could show up every Sunday
For all the brimstone and the fire

There's a man at the pulpit
Waving his hands in the air
And I'm sitting in the back row
Thinking I ain't got a prayer

I could join the US Army
Go on a Holy Crusade for oil
I could slaughter some innocent people
It's not murder on foreign soil

I could do it in the name of freedom
Or in the name of god
I could do it in the name of democracy
I could perpetrate a fraud

Just like that man in the White House
Waving his flag in the air
And I'm sitting in the back row
Thinking I ain't got a prayer

There's this man in the White House
He's waving his guns in the air
And we're all glued to our TV sets
Thinking we ain't got a prayer 

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