| Hey Athens what can I say?
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| I spent the night and I could barely move the next day
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| Hey, it’s all good to me
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| I think my temperature’s about 103
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| So we spent the night in this so called haunted town
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| With everyone I’d ever want around
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| And I’ll do my best to talk until I hit the ground
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| 'Cause it’s the perfect night to go walking around
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| Let’s not call this reminiscing or romantic
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| A basement anthem for all the addicts
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| Who don’t know how to deal with not alone
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| But can’t stand sitting at home
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| In the basements, backyards, under bright stars
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| Making out in the backs of cars
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| Neighbouring towns we always drive
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| Hey Indy what can I say?
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| I drove all night and it didn’t take long to get through your state
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| But it was all in vain
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| And the next day I drove back across your boring plains.
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| It’s all sentimental, and the sky looks artificial
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| Forgive me I’m so judgemental
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| I’m trying to keep that in line
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| You know it’s hard to do sometimes
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| So I look back over these lines
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| 'Cause for the most part
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| I rely on shoulders to cry on
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| Patios to talk facts of life on
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| Don’t know how to deal with being alone
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| When I’m so far from home
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| Things go from worse to okay
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| To maybe the next day
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| To never again 'cause I don’t know what to say
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| It’s no wonder I ended up this way
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| It’s four in the morning
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| I wish I was asleep
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| These songs on the radio don’t sound the same to me
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| I took the long way out here
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| Just to see the trees
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| I felt the weight of the world
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| It used to bring me to my knees
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| But tonight I am okay,
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| This company I keep
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| Makes me feel stronger
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| Than I am, or will ever be
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| I get scared of the future
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| Now it’s more the past
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| Sometimes life can go by so fast
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| So tonight I am okay
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| Just sit around and talk about it all
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| And may the weight of the world not make you fall… |