| In the Suburbs I
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| I learned to drive
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| And you told me we’d never survive
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| Grab your mother’s keys, we’re leaving
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| You always seemed so sure
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| That one day we’d be fightin' in the suburban war
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| Your part of town against mine
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| I saw you standing on The opposite shore
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| But by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored
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| We were
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| Already
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| Already
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| Bored
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| Sometimes I can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling
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| Sometimes I can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling, again
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| Kids wanna be so hard
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| But in my dreams we’re still screamin and runnin' through the yard
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| And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
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| And all of the houses they built in the seventies finally fall
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| Nothin at all
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| It meant nothin
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| Sometimes I can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling
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| Sometimes i can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling, and into the night
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| So can you understand
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| Why I want a daughter while i’m still young?
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| I want to hold her hand
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| Show her some beauty, before this damage is done
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| But if it’s too much to ask
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| If it’s too much to ask
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| Then send me a son
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| Under the overpass
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| In the parking lot i’m still waiting
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| It’s already passed
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| So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass
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| Cos it’s Already past
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| Already past
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| Sometimes I can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling
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| Sometimes i can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling, again
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| Sometimes I can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling
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| Sometimes i can’t believe it
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| I’m moving past the feeling, again |