(Lyrics by Brett Kull and Ray Weston) It used to be so romantic But sometimes the luster gets lost and abused It's good to find time to remember All that we've done, the things we've been through Please don't try to change or alter Or stake a claim on settled land We've been here before the gra** became green When the sound was new I like to keep well rooted When the anchor runs deep You know the base never bends Away from the you you believe in Once you lose touch you begin to pretend What used to bring fond memories Leaves me now with no desire The deeper this disease will spread Thinner will our face appear When after all is spent and done Do you still think the choice you've made Has been the right one? I never thought I'd feel this way For something for so long I'm a who*e for punishment My time spent in purgatory Hero or idiot just depends on How you look at it Settling for something less Is like giving up on your last breath Worn too thin to give advice That no one needs to hear I'd trade off all my privacy For this dream 'til now has frightened me I push to get, to give, to grow To keep our will from suffering You pull in the reins I'll bite the bit Toss my head and throw you You force the chord that never fits I'll break the staff that holds it Come on and tell me, tell me how to be Go on and show me, show me what to see Come on down you've got nothing to fear It's a plain simple fact we all float down here! I've seen Wickersham Brothers and Beezle Nut Oil They'd love to try to boil you Taggarts, Tooheys, Healots galore Swearing "We'll never screw you." When forever comes down to cover Points a and b and all that's between It's the stuff in the middle that matters It moves you, it makes you It is your whole being Please don't try to change or alter Or stake a claim on settled land We've been here before the gra** becomes green When the sound was new Before deals were dealt and pie was cut When doors were ours to open and shut But still the game's there to be played...or not