Brighton Ma Bet You Never Thought
You’ve cut yourself from existence
for the sake of tradition
just to be alone
but all you found was a frown
and that acting the clown
can turn your thoughts to stone
so you abandon your dreams
for a city of screams and a necktie
and you sit and you think
of the tears you would shed if you let yourself cry
I bet you never thought it would be like this
Yet you’re saved by the graves
of old men whose names play on the juke box
and when you see records turning
round people and sounds
you want to play your part
so you sing lonesome songs
of things they’re long gone
your kissing them goodbye
and with your soul ’neath your feet
your hitting the streets in search of a collective sigh
I’ll bet you never thought it would be like this
yeah we’re all just a start
a small part of centuries moving on
so you grab something good
and hold on ’cause the worlds gone wrong
and you can’t go back home
cause your restless and scared with something to prove
that nothing should be left but burial grounds
with nothing to gain and nothing to lose
bet you never thought it would be like this
