Young adults find out that they keep coming back Back to a corner a street a place to be Where buildings are nothing but holes in the ground As we get old changing the colors of walls Breaking from home crossing the bridge Living outside the gold state seems amiss Somewhere i saw faces and hands Fighting for space on a clock It didn't show time being precious as silver and gold Proving us we're wrong all of us move on We got for a ride we slow down and die We have to give up things we love sometimes That dream about tumbling down a hill in a car Happened again last night Some adult life i'm bound
