September '75 I was 47 inches high

Mom said by Christmas I would have

A badass mother G.I. Joe

For your little minds to blow
I still got beat up after class

Yeah, now I'm big and important

One angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces are you

If you really want to see me check the papers and the TV

Look who's telling who what to do

Kiss my ass goodbye

Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
On a Peavea amp in 1984
While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song

(La da da da, la da da, la da da)
(La da da da, la da da, la da da)

Zak and Sara

Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny

Now the houses are ghosts

Over Silver Street

They got 'em dressed up like clowns

Married couples slamming doors
Bums praising the Lord

You're playing tapes for the town

Now the neighbourhood's mixed

And your college friends

Are getting younger every year

The wind don't blow

And the grass don't grow

You're never leaving Silver Street

I feel like a quote out of context

Withholding the rest

So I can be free what you want to see

I got the gesture and sound

Got the timing down
It's uncanny, yeah, you think it was me

Do you think I should take a class

To lose my southern accent

Did I make me up, or make the face till it stuck

I do the best imitation of myself

The "problem with you" speech

You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And there you stayed 'till morning came
And you were not the same after that

You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that

(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that

jane be jane

you're better that way

not when you're trying

imitating something you think you saw
jane be jane

and if sometimes that might

drive them away

let them stay there

you don't need them anyway

you're worried there might not be

anything at all inside

but that you're worried

should tell you that's not right

don't try to see yourself

the way that others do

I got up and I drove to work

On the wrong side of the road

What the hell would I do

I must admit I didn't know

Andrea came along y'all
To add a couple lines or so

I got one I finished yesterday

And I got three-point-six to go

One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm outta here

One down

And three-point-six

Tomorrow

And I'm out of here

Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'

Twenty-five years
He's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

There was no party, there were no songs

6am, day after Christmas

I throw some clothes on in the dark

The smell of cold

Car seat is freezing

The world is sleeping
I am numb

Up the stairs to her apartment

She is balled up on the couch

Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte

They're not home to find us out

And we drive

Now that I have found someone

I'm feeling more alone

Than I ever have before

I should warn you

I go to sleep

I know you don't

Know what i mean
Yet

I get upset or happy

I go to sleep

You won't know when

I go to sleep

Cause I'm not tired

I'm not tired

I'm not tired

I'm not tired

I know it seems that I don't care

But something in me does I Swear

I don't remember all last year

I left you awake to cry the tears

While i was dreaming

well i thought about the army

dad said, son you're fucking high

and i thought, yeah there's a first for everything

so i took my old man's advice
three sad semesters

it was only fifteen grand spent in bed

i thought about the army

i dropped out and joined a band instead

grew a moustache and a mullet

got a job at chic-fil-a

citing artistic differences

the band broke up in may

Well, she crept back in the house at half past three

Shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep

If you really loved me she said

I wouldn't have to be so mean
He's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer

Sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor

It's evidence of what he was like

He likes to remember when...

CHORUS:

Sha la la, sha la la lo li

Blue jean baby

L.A. lady

seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed

pirate smile
you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her

dancing in the sand

And now she's in me

always with me

tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street

Handing tickets out for God

Turning back she just laughs

The boulevard is not that bad

I'm gonna rock this bitch
Tell you what, I'm gonna rock this bitch
I'm gonna rock it like the bitch has never been rocked before
Tell you what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna rock this bitch
I'm gonna rock this motherfucking bi-otch

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived

I wish it was last September.

So we could lose ourselves in crowds everyday.

'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time,

she's not the same that's all you can say.
That we've learnt our lesson, but I,

Don't wanna walk away from Emaline.

They're talking now.

Does she know what they're saying?

She's got the air, to float above it.

I'm sinking in the summer champagne.

Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch

Go ahead you can laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
(Keeps my feet on the ground)
And I trust it like the ground