I tracked you down to be a victim of our sound.
I wrote the guide to being a victim of this town.
You and I danced the 2 step all night,
Until we were told to shut.
We left our clothes at the side of the beach
To swim in each others rain.
We looked up high to the sky of night,
Life will never be the same again.
Old... I feel so old.
Like a senior citizen... minus the citizen.
We can dance the 2 step on the train tracks
With the weight of the world on our backs.