At the corner of dude and party What was it I was trying to find? It was some sort of freedom, that notebook with numbers To every punk house and every land line At the corner of dude and party What was it you were trying to prove? With a spiral-bound atlas and printouts from Mapquest And half-baked directions from interstate exits To the corner of dude and party What is it that you can recall? As we wore down the tread from our touring paths From the co-ops to shows to the places we'd crash As we ran from the truths of our traumatic pasts As you stumbled through words I couldn't quite grasp At the corner of dude and party How did we live with such ease? And we spent time so freely like it would never pass Like we'd always be lost boys with elaborate plans And meet me At the corner of dude and party