Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Misspent Youth
The glory of a misspent youth
Chasing tire stains in muted thunder
Trading sex for drugs
And my Ophelia does not drown
She just barely hangs on
Now driving drunk in Daddy's car
Honey, I won't spoil the ending
But see that bend up in the road
Didn't it seem that the night was little too quiet?
When it seems your subjects have all forgotten you
I need you to pretend that you are mine
And the water is just deep enough to take another chance
But the river doesn't want you tonight
The engine was not built to last
And there's a permanence to the memory of a bruise
And I still take it on the chin
For you
You are not alone
But you ain't helping me none
Disabled motorist in the road I have become one
