Chasing October Comedies And Tragedies
Well come on honey lets lock and load.
Paint this town red before we explode.
We'll make them pay for what they did,
What they put us through, we were just kids.
Growing up on a typical dead end street,
Was the typical angry teenage scene.
Get out of this run down broken town,
What once was lost, well now is found.
And we'll run away, before we turn to gray.
I don't want to hear, what I know you have to say.
I could write these songs, about you and me.
But they always turn out to be, tragedies.
I guess its time to go, before we know,
What a good thing that was lost, what a good idea tossed.
Well I confess, I'm a mess and things will never be the same.
You got me down for the count, and this story will never change.
And we'll run away, before we turn to gray.
I don't want to hear, what I know you have to say.
I could write these songs, about you and me.
But they always turn out to be, tragedies.
Well they always turn out to be.
Well they always turn out to be.
They always turn out to be.
When they always turn out to be.
So we'll run away,
Before we turn to gray.
I don't want to hear.
All the things you have to say.
So we'll run away,
Before we turn to gray.
I don't want to hear.
All the things you have say.
I could write these songs,
About you and me,
But they always turn out to be,
Tragedies.
They always turn out to be.
