Losing friends in the name of The Plan
'99, '06, and '10
Hoping to find some kind of forgiveness
She says "Look at these kids in their fancy clothes!
They got nothing to show.
Nowhere to go."
Some days, we'd follow them for miles
Don't got time for all these positive a**ertions
Don't got time to read or write
Got enough to do just to keep the roof on
In these stacks and rows
We've got a long way to go
Chalk it up to common confusion
Missing the point entirely
I was listening to Bob Seger
While you were listening to Pete
With a wry smile she says to me
"Well, which side are you on?"
Oh, to be here at all
I think I heard you singing outside
6:30 in the morning
While my heads still spinning
And the middle of the streets blaring
While I'm picking up the pieces
Standing on the edge of the storm