Song Length |
4:40 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi, Pop - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
I was drinking
The sweet nectar of
September Austin air
Which was a hint of
Melancholy
In a city overwhelmingly fair
So I said to my friend and partner
Of proverbial analytical crime
This scene evokes in me the sense that we
All contend with time
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The plight of our generation
We?re growing up without a cause
We?d fight but we?ve got nothing to fight for
We?d unite, if there was
We?re far too skeptical
To trust ourselves
Where are our heroes, and where are our foes?
He listened well
And like a sage
He never spoke a word
He was the water
(And I the moon)
Reflecting what was heard
I took the chance to ponder my dreams
Which have and have not occurred
Sometimes I wonder if my life is
Just a dream deferred
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Sitting on my
Back porch thinking
I felt a profound sense of loss
I thought I could be doing
Something better
If I only knew what it was
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