i made you a mix tapenokay it's not a tape at allnbut it's full of sad songsnthat make summer feel like fallnthe reason i'm callingnthe thing that i'm trying to saynmaybe i should come overnthe truth is i'm on my waynthe truth is i'm on my waynnwhen i was anotherni knew you a little whilennow all of your loversnare waitng for you to smilenyour sons and your daughtersnare torturing you with wordsnreliving the pastnbelieving in reverbnthe priest of the futurenand the pastor of present tensenare out in the alleyndestroying the evidencenwe harbored a fugitiventhe essence of wasted youthnall caught up in fishnetsnyou smoke on the roofnwe navigate freelynthe arc of the starbright eveningnthe classic rock stationnsays don't stop believing.nit's more than a feeling.nnthe priest dressed in crimsonnthe pastor in whitenthey are never wrongnthey are never rightnwhen i was anotherni knew you a little whilennow all of your loversnare waiting for you to smileni made you a mix tapenokay it's not a tape at allnbut it's full of sad songsnthat make summer feel like fallni remember the momentnthe bullet returnednback into the gunni was looking for somethingnthat can't be encodednin zeroes and ones.