I’m fantasizing about doing a raindance in traffic
I’m fantasizing about a storm to wash me away
If you’d study the laugh-lines, you’d see that I’m cracking
I spent six months now feeling like dead weight
The fighter in me must have died a long time ago
I must have been watching his ghost;
Just going through the motions, just putting on a face
It feels like 1929 and I’m on the verge of a great collapse today
Every window in this house faces a brick wall
I’m panicked and absent like a bird in a cage
The word from the front lines says that we’re out-gunned
But I can’t walk away, no, I can’t walk away, no, I can’t
I was just happy to be a contender
I was just aching for anything
And I used to have such steady hands but
Now I can’t keep 'em from shaking
I can’t keep 'em from shaking
There is just so much hate lets just agree that this album is nuts, and leave it there. At the end of it all, we all love the Wonder Years, now shut up.