The years are crowded with the moments of our daysnYou walking laughing like a child in summer-rainnThe transformation of a dream into wastenThe father of my children up and left on the morning trainnnNo more to say and there is nothing to weep fornWe took a shot at what we thought would be morenThan just another set of regulationsnI wanted so bad to get off at all your stationsnnBut we took five years to determine the distancenBetween a family and a family christmasnYour love has bought me clothes I don't want to wear nownThey're cut to fit a life that I can't bear nownnYou must have truth if there is to be beautynIt comes from want not from a sense of dutynOur songs will all fade into soulful silencenOur stains will not impress a cantervillean defiancennWe keep on talking til our jaws start achingnWe keep on loving til our hearts stop breakingnOur gestures are dust in the passing of carsnThe lasting vibration is all that we arennNow I'm number seven on an indie billboardnThey're walking headlines of a bought electionnTrying to keep my babies from the talk of this townnCalling all them zoned out action-punks to buckle upnnMe and my brother carry heavy luggagenToo much to bear the weight of diamond rings nownWith all the comfort of a bum-proof benchnI'm ever the dreamer just a mile and a half awaynnYou read the books try and get real smart nownNone of it matters in matters of the heart nownTalk all you want but it's understoodnthat you cross your fingers and you knock on woodn