All I Remember Is Punk Rock

Don't mind me saying

I feel a bit like Martha Mitchell

A face on the cover of all those gossip magazines

Fallen from grace under the scorn of Richard Nixon

Let's get some breakfast and a bucket of caffeine to make it all right

For all I remember is punk rock and songs we didn't sing

The bottle of Stevens and the porcelain figurine

We lifted and tied up to an animal balloon

Then toasted, bade godspeed and safe passage to the moon

And beyond our telescopes into the great unknown

To meet and to greet our future colonies with a song of this one evening

Let's both agree that Lauren’s house is now off limits

For there are more gentle ways to lift a thousand kilograms

And make it all right

For all I remember is Birdman and games we didn't win

Sleep Bellum Sonno, and the porcelain figurine rooted like pine trees

like ballerina leaps, made for soaring, but bound by gravity

All in vain, this gravitational pull our ball and chain

It's ok. It's allright. I'll fall for you tonight, wake up and rewind

It's all right, going home tonight

It's all right, going home tonight

To old buildings and conversations I thought I'd never have again

About the end of good intentions and the beginning of the end

It's all right if you are home tonight

It's all right if you are home tonight

It's ok. It's allright, I'll fall for you tonight, wake up and rewind

New songs, new scenes, with porcelain figurines

And high hopes for our inbetweens