"B-54" Lyrics

From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the stains
Of a junkyard sale
Iæ?¦ wondering if itæ?¯ not just youthå??ou know?
Old woes wonæ?° waste a conversation.
If only you could see my narrow throneæ?¯ got a view to everything.
You wonæ?° win to bind a heart thatæ?¯ found belief,
Hope doesnæ?° disappoint it only dreams.
So take your take your time,
Gaze while the air streaks by the static,
Doesnæ?° make much sense with your back to expectation.
This battered second guess reflex just lost its grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time wonæ?° hope to choke ambition now,
And for all you know, friend you canæ?° afford to miss the ratio.
These rusty suburbs leave no space for truck stop raids
And these dedication songs,
Just hold the meantime for something more.
Through all this time did you really think Iæ?
? let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, cast up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.
Friends shouldnæ?° have to wage these wars, so letæ?¯ stop here.