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Every time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl |
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[Verse 1] |
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Mechanicsburg Anchorage and Dar es Salaam |
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While home from New York was champagne and disco tapes from L.A. slash San Francisco |
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But actually Oakland and not Alameda |
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Your girl was in Berkeley with her Communist reader |
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Mine was entombed within boombox and walkman |
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I was a hoarder but girl that was back then |
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[Chorus] |
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The gloves are off, the wisdom teeth are out |
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What you on about? |
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I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones |
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I'm stronger now, I'm ready for the house |
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Such a modest mouse, I can't do it alone, I can't do it alone |
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Every time I see you in the world, you always step to my girl |
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[Verse 2] |
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Ancestors told me that their girl was better |
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She's richer than Croesus, she's tougher than leather |
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I just ignored all the details of a past life |
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Stale conversation deserves but a bread knife |
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And punks who would laugh when they saw us together |
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Well, they didn't know how to dress for the weather |
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I can still see them there huddled on Astor |
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Snow falling slow to the sound of the master |
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[Chorus] |
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[Bridge] |
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Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth |
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Age is an honor - it's still not the truth |
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We saw the stars when they hid from the world |
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You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl |
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Maybe she's gone and I can't resurrect her |
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The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her |
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We don't know the true death, the way of all flesh |
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Everyone's dying, but girl - you're not old yet |
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[Chorus] |
