All roads run from this one There's buckled up seat on the bus We chuckle off at the next stop And nobody came after us We blinked at our freedom Took a right on a no turn on red When we were younger we never got older We laid on the brakes and then sped By the swallowed up barns Past the farms and the big fields The sun coming up in our eyes Days were back birds charging up on a wire And nights were the fourth of July ♪ Somebody said, "Out there" "In the hole there's a miracle cure" While they rattled off all the side-effect scripture We dressed up and fell of the earth Into satellite lanes Past the plains and the great lakes The wool pulled down over our eyes Days were back birds charging up on a wire And nights were the fast-forward rewind ♪ Nickels in the fountains And the lobbies among the downtowns We sit next to monsters we're hoping to kill And the glory days come back around And we find our old movies On the floor of the attic The scenes shuffle by in our eyes Days are black birds charging up on a wire And nights are the rest of our lives