It's late, but I know you can find the way home As the kids stare with their disbelief And their half-in codes They grip tired arms to the mic And it's god, starting fights Screaming lines they thought they had memorized One last time Am I failing to convey, as old cities fade away The remainders are aging out every day They're bitter and they're sidetracked I'm not beaten, yet One day this storm-cloud's gonna break, friend, you'll meet it Left behind on turnpikes I'm still dreaming of those Erie days From shuttered stages, missing bands They all seem to say, this is the only thing But I've got this chorus right now The old believers sing And the rest grind their lives away Check what you're gaining on Compared to them you're on fire