The time of our lives we would like to forgetnThe constant reminders, the constant regretnDriving in circles all night longnCould you turn up the volume? It’s my favorite songnnWatch your step, careful what you saynThey’re bound to be talking by the end of the daynWe see your true colors, pink, yellow, whitenThe old folks they love it, losing their sightnnWe’ve been here far too long to understand the Modern WorldnLet’s break awaynnThese homes are all broken, kids haven’t a cluenIf you were as wasted, neither would younWe tried to outrun you, fast as we cannIf you are a lion, I am a lambnnA bitter remark, a slap in the facenHere comes your mother, falling from gracenLook in the mirror, what do you see?nThe one thing you hatednDon’t you know that we…nnWe’ve been here far too long to understand the Modern WorldnLet’s break awaynnWe’ve been here far too long to understand the Modern WorldnLet’s break awayn