Born In 1984 Lyrics

The old believers of the russian church are
Hawking their wares and selling their merch
While the kayak man with his farmer's tan
Sits in his van and complains about his day

When profession is an excuse for personality
And the linens of dreams get caught in wash machine screams
And the tender at the bar has an orange backless dress that catches your eye

He's packed his cellphone
And the lamppost lights are on
The ship is setting sail
The winds are blowing strong

He don't see
He don't care
He feels the life leaving
Him with every step

And it catches your eye

I've got a lot of time an money, I don't want to spend either on you
I've got a lot of time, listen honey, I don't want to spend it on you

That's what he said
To me

It's what he'd say
To you

And if you think you're held in some higher regard, well
Hold your tongue

I've got a lot of time an money, I don't want to spend either on you
I've got a lot of time, listen honey, I don't want to spend it on you

My wallet's filled with broken dreams