Lyrics Afterglow Years - Sound Team

Afterglow Years

If I ever get back up on, get back up on my feet
You’d better look out
But for now, I guess that I keep
Going over this same old empty ground
Some day I’ll come around
Some day I’ll come around
We went out and we met with the queen of California
And she said that we have a place here at the home of the hits for you
But she ain’t called back yet through all these afterglow years
And we go in and out of ears
Days get thrown into a pile
In and out of ears
Through all these afterglow years
I see all your frowning fathers
I see all your idiot sons
Ones wrapped up in bed sheets
Hoping that the morning will come
I’m gonna write a postcard and send it out to everyone I see
Tell 'em not to change a thing
Tell 'em not to change a thing
And you’ll be all right