As a face in the crowd just out walking around the city.
If you saw me now, would you recognize me?
Or would you just see some old man?
Not the one who beside you ran.
We ran so fast, but then didn’t we?
I knew it was wrong. I didn’t have to say it.
But leaving song should get you to dance, not praying.
I never thought that was true.
Just figured we’d leave that to you
and you know who. They all believed, didn’t we?
-CHORUS
Now an old wind blows in
and knockdown the oak
that we always spoke about
as if it had always been.
Once upon a time, we were the Merry Pranksters.
Living a life of crime. A gaggle of goofy gangsters.
Just give us a rule we can break.
How many fools does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Oh we screwed in some lightbulbs, didn’t we?