I find it tragic How things just lose their magic Like summer and weekends And hanging out with old friends When I think of the time spent under blacklights Letting our minds rise We didn't know where to point our young eyes While our bodies dwell below what some call standard And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow Out on these backroads at nighttime As green turns gold and green turns smoke It's getting way too cold to sit out here like we used to Under the streetlights, letting our minds rise While my mind is fighting wars to make peace in yours I've got friends all across these states With smiling faces and words of hope No matter where I go, it's something I've lost And I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope And I really hope that my engine doesn't finally blow Out on these backroads with all the shit in my head And I really hope that my temper doesn't finally go off when you're not around to take it out on 'Cause I'll take it out on (I've got friends all across these states with smiling faces and words of hope) 'Cause I'll take it out on (No matter where I go, it's something I've lost And I've been conjuring thoughts that I've been tying the knots in my own rope) On myself On myself On myself