Cool in a leather jacket That his mother bought him from the goodwill primo rack 'Cause it reminds her of a time How it goes when you need it How it stays around when you are trying to be Something different than you were Am I lying to the crowd If I say it's just something that she found? Every drop comes back around And it's heavy in the curtains It's making puddles on the ground ♪ Blue and the white tails streaming from thunderbirds Performing feats of military might for children Crying is a poor solution for the quickly burning body Where we find ourselves applauding wasted fuel Am I making too much? We all know we're headed for a burst Every drop is made of dust And it calls you to the window Where the woman say, "Hey, remember us?" ♪ Now, he waits at the corner, I'm standing there beside him Admiring his prematurely jaded style Makes a mess of getting out From under these impressions of our mothers That keep coming back around Am I reading empty signs? Is it just the paranoia of the times? Every drop comes down the line And it's running through our bodies We're heavy on the vine