Song | Edit Your Hometown |
Artist | La Dispute |
Album | Wildlife |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
An outcry, | |
To lost dreams and sense of wonder | |
To the streets | |
That raised him. | |
Say, "Goodbye" to the hope for the home he'd been | |
Holding. | |
Say, "Goodbye" and "Be gone" and "Be great." | |
To the Friends who left when they still could, | |
For the ones who chose to | |
Stay to waste away unplaced, | |
Alone, and pray | |
To get out, | |
To grow old, | |
To grow strong and | |
Leave this city, so | |
Familiar all it's places, | |
All these memories turn each day more to | |
Gray, More they space out till it's once a year we'll catch up, | |
Maybe less, or | |
Else just daydreams while he's working | |
Late Thinks only of those friends and when they left. "Are we Still friends at all, my friends?" | |
Can I leave? | |
Rewind and find a younger man, | |
All hopes | |
And goals and dreams alight and | |
Bright with friendship at the | |
Crossroads in the night. "Now make a choice," the city said. | |
We were barely twenty then, but | |
While I swore it my | |
Allegiance | |
They chose leaving, all my friends. | |
And Now it's | |
Letters, maybe phone calls, that | |
Come less and less each year. | |
All addressed with wives and children | |
To the fool who chose to | |
Stay here. | |
And it hurts me to know | |
I'm alone now, | |
And it's Worse when | |
I know that | |
I chose it. | |
Don't make the same mistake as | |
Me, Don't make the same mistake. | |
And now my friends have all left. | |
Or it's been me gone all along. | |
I guess We all part one day and drop like leaves into the breeze. | |
And ain't it | |
Wild? Ain't it bitter? (Didn't it carry you from me?) | |
But it's the coping | |
With my fear that keeps me | |
Here See, once it's gone you can't retrieve it (Do I regret you? Can I forget you?) | |
I still believe | |
I might get left here. | |
I might turn 63 still sweeping up the gutters in the street or weeding | |
Concrete. | |
Wait and see. | |
We'll wait and see. | |
Or, rather, | |
I will. Only me. | |
Only me. "Don't make the same mistake as me. Say 'Goodbye' and 'Be gone' and 'Be great' and be done and be free." |
An outcry, | |
To lost dreams and sense of wonder | |
To the streets | |
That raised him. | |
Say, " Goodbye" to the hope for the home he' d been | |
Holding. | |
Say, " Goodbye" and " Be gone" and " Be great." | |
To the Friends who left when they still could, | |
For the ones who chose to | |
Stay to waste away unplaced, | |
Alone, and pray | |
To get out, | |
To grow old, | |
To grow strong and | |
Leave this city, so | |
Familiar all it' s places, | |
All these memories turn each day more to | |
Gray, More they space out till it' s once a year we' ll catch up, | |
Maybe less, or | |
Else just daydreams while he' s working | |
Late Thinks only of those friends and when they left. " Are we Still friends at all, my friends?" | |
Can I leave? | |
Rewind and find a younger man, | |
All hopes | |
And goals and dreams alight and | |
Bright with friendship at the | |
Crossroads in the night. " Now make a choice," the city said. | |
We were barely twenty then, but | |
While I swore it my | |
Allegiance | |
They chose leaving, all my friends. | |
And Now it' s | |
Letters, maybe phone calls, that | |
Come less and less each year. | |
All addressed with wives and children | |
To the fool who chose to | |
Stay here. | |
And it hurts me to know | |
I' m alone now, | |
And it' s Worse when | |
I know that | |
I chose it. | |
Don' t make the same mistake as | |
Me, Don' t make the same mistake. | |
And now my friends have all left. | |
Or it' s been me gone all along. | |
I guess We all part one day and drop like leaves into the breeze. | |
And ain' t it | |
Wild? Ain' t it bitter? Didn' t it carry you from me? | |
But it' s the coping | |
With my fear that keeps me | |
Here See, once it' s gone you can' t retrieve it Do I regret you? Can I forget you? | |
I still believe | |
I might get left here. | |
I might turn 63 still sweeping up the gutters in the street or weeding | |
Concrete. | |
Wait and see. | |
We' ll wait and see. | |
Or, rather, | |
I will. Only me. | |
Only me. " Don' t make the same mistake as me. Say ' Goodbye' and ' Be gone' and ' Be great' and be done and be free." |
An outcry, | |
To lost dreams and sense of wonder | |
To the streets | |
That raised him. | |
Say, " Goodbye" to the hope for the home he' d been | |
Holding. | |
Say, " Goodbye" and " Be gone" and " Be great." | |
To the Friends who left when they still could, | |
For the ones who chose to | |
Stay to waste away unplaced, | |
Alone, and pray | |
To get out, | |
To grow old, | |
To grow strong and | |
Leave this city, so | |
Familiar all it' s places, | |
All these memories turn each day more to | |
Gray, More they space out till it' s once a year we' ll catch up, | |
Maybe less, or | |
Else just daydreams while he' s working | |
Late Thinks only of those friends and when they left. " Are we Still friends at all, my friends?" | |
Can I leave? | |
Rewind and find a younger man, | |
All hopes | |
And goals and dreams alight and | |
Bright with friendship at the | |
Crossroads in the night. " Now make a choice," the city said. | |
We were barely twenty then, but | |
While I swore it my | |
Allegiance | |
They chose leaving, all my friends. | |
And Now it' s | |
Letters, maybe phone calls, that | |
Come less and less each year. | |
All addressed with wives and children | |
To the fool who chose to | |
Stay here. | |
And it hurts me to know | |
I' m alone now, | |
And it' s Worse when | |
I know that | |
I chose it. | |
Don' t make the same mistake as | |
Me, Don' t make the same mistake. | |
And now my friends have all left. | |
Or it' s been me gone all along. | |
I guess We all part one day and drop like leaves into the breeze. | |
And ain' t it | |
Wild? Ain' t it bitter? Didn' t it carry you from me? | |
But it' s the coping | |
With my fear that keeps me | |
Here See, once it' s gone you can' t retrieve it Do I regret you? Can I forget you? | |
I still believe | |
I might get left here. | |
I might turn 63 still sweeping up the gutters in the street or weeding | |
Concrete. | |
Wait and see. | |
We' ll wait and see. | |
Or, rather, | |
I will. Only me. | |
Only me. " Don' t make the same mistake as me. Say ' Goodbye' and ' Be gone' and ' Be great' and be done and be free." |