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