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The years are crowded with the moments of our days
You walking, laughing, like a child in summer rain
The transformation of a dream into waste
The father of my children up and left on the morning train

No more to say and there is nothing to weep for
We took a shot at what we thought would be more
Than just another set of regulations
I wanted so bad to get off at all your stations

But we took five years to determine the distance
Between a family and a family Christmas
Your love has bought me clothes I don't want to wear now
They're cut to fit a life that I can't bear now

You must have truth if there is to be beauty
It comes from want, not from a sense of duty
Our songs will all fade into soulful silence
Our stains will not impress a Cantervillean defiance

We keep on talking til our jaws start aching
We keep on loving til our hearts stop breaking
Our gestures are dust in the passing of cars
The lasting vibration is all that we are

Now I'm number seven on an indie billboard
They're walking headlines of a bought election
Trying to keep my babies from the talk of this town
Calling all them zoned out action-punks to buckle up

Me and my brother carry heavy luggage
Too much to bear the weight of diamond rings now
With all the comfort of a bum-proof bench
I'm ever the dreamer, just a mile and a half away

You read the books try and get real smart now
None of it matters in matters of the heart now
Talk all you want but it's understood
that you cross your fingers and you knock on wood