Headin' to the corner store to find my liquid courage.nI miss my friends from back home.nBorn in the boonies, we built castles in the air,nand nobody could touch us at all.nnWe were bulletproof and set the sky on fire.nWe were young, we were finite but didn't know it at the time.nWe didn't know much better, we couldn't do much worse,nbut we all had a ball living lives unrehearsed.nnSix billion rowboats on the sea,nwave after wave of ordinary things.nWe'll brave oceans and oceans of ennuinjust to find that island of ecstasy.nnWe were bulletproof and set the sky on fire.nWe were young, we were finite but didn't know it at the time.nWe didn't know much better, we couldn't do much worse,nbut we all had a ball living lives unrehearsed.nIn time we found the world's imperfections,nlet them creep into our perfect lie.nIn a golden age of madness --nkids leaping from cliffs --nof houses to ashes in a riverbed bliss.nn(Who would have imagined heaven looking like this?)