Six punks in a hundred dollar warehouse
Moved out to the smalltown waterfront
Half fantasy, half misery, half wishful thinking
Adds up to less than you'd think that I'd be missing
Thinking everything was changing, that was our mistake
Projecting our own problems and ambitions on the landscape
Investing all our hopes and burying our dreams
Impatient for huge roots to grow from little seeds.
I could see Julia coming up over the hill
Just back from a six week tour with Filth
Dayglo yellow hair filling the empty street with light
Like the sun coming up after a long cold oh well,
Sitting up on top of bottle hill eating ice cream
Trying to sleep through Monsula rehearsing
Eating oranges right off of the tree
Riding Evan's moped out to go and feed the Ahh
Thinking everything was changing, that was our mistake
Projecting our own problems and ambitions on the landscape
Investing all our hopes and burying our dreams
Impatient for huge roots to grow from a little scene
Crazy Art was an old guy who lived a block away
Always on his pourch screaming about how it was gonna rain
dressed up like the lone ranger, we just smiled and waved
How could a storm come on such a sunny day?


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