Hanging Out
Summer of ‘06
Sweating from your pits
You just got your license
Talking about our future
What are you after?
What are you going to be?

Well I've got no reason to get out of bed today
But it's a little fucked up that we think this way

I wanted to
Believe in you
Caught on every wind that ever blew it's way through
I memorized the words before I knew their meaning
Lying on the futon staring at the ceiling
And every little picture that you paint is another way to plan your getaway
And every little problem that I dream up is another way to say I'm giving up

Hanging out
Summer of ‘08
Voter registrated
Just got my postcard
Maybe I'll go home this fall
And throw my opinion against
Against a blank wall

I'm not quite sure that anyone can hear my voice
But it's a little fucked up that we have no choice.

I wanted to
Believe in you
Caught on every wind that ever blew it's way through
I memorized the words before I knew their meaning
Lying on the futon staring at the ceiling
Every little picture that you paint is another way to plan your getaway
And every little problem that I dream up is another way to say I'm giving up
I'm giving up

Dancing on the concrete floor
Learning what your instruments are for
Why oh why do we wage the wrong wars?
Why oh why do we wage the wrong wars?
Why oh why do we wage the wrong wars?

War.

I wanted to
Believe in you
Caught on every wind that ever blew it's way through
I memorized the words before I knew their meaning
Lying on the futon staring at the ceiling
And every little picture that you paint is another way to plan your getaway
And every little problem that I dream up is another way to say I'm giving up
I'm giving up

I've got no reason to believe in you
I've got no reason to