We used to hate that little f**er,
we used to beat him up,
and when he cried, it made us hate him more...
I mean, Jesus, kids are awful,
boys especially.
We used to taunt him all the way to his screen door...
But all of this
was just before the war...
Our little town would get all lit up
on a tall summer night.
The high school girls would
smoke behind the store...
And if you could get a car,
you could go out and drive around,
down to the lake, sit down by the shore...
But all of this
was just before the war...
All of this...
Everything changes,
that's what they say...
But oh, you believe it
when the world falls away...
(guitar solo)
That little f**er was brave...
Turns out I wasn't.
And you look what that means and what it doesn't.
And the years go like they go...
You rake leaves, you shovel snow...
And probably you're no different than before.
And the town still gets all lit up
on a tall summer night.
The light shines down through my window
to my floor...
And I think about time before the war...
I think about the time...