Roaring Twentysomethings Lyrics

behind the couch in the room in the basement,
there lies an electric guitar
wound the same way from five hundred years ago
rust fills the battle scars
long to scream to a silent crowd
so soft and abrasive, embarrassed and loud
holding the truth no one else was allowed
ignoring the day to day.
a car in the driveway staining the gravel
beneath it the blackest of black
was a soldering gun, was a miracle tonic
but now it can never grow back
all the parts that you lost through indifference and pride.
tell me who has been taking who for a ride
setting the course for the rest of your life
from freedom to the day to day.
but when you're too young to pine for the good old times
and too old to run away at the first sign of change,
throw up your hands because everything fades
except for the day to day.
beneath the archway that holds up the ceiling
there stands the love of my life
they say compassion turns to pity and passion into comfort
but she's got better things to do with her time
and honest to god, i don't know what i'd do
if something were ever to happen to you
so let this build the bridge connecting the two
the future to yesterday
and we'll watch summer grow into january lows
as the calendar falls down from the wall
we'll open our hands and try to embrace
even the day to day.