Future Islands Grease
We've been here before In a gravel lot, by the back door We move the same We say the same things And the same song plays on the radio
Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago
What happens to youth? What happened to truth? What happened to me? This song won't change a thing
No, but the people want it all The dancing bear, the bouncing ball
Oh, I hope they want it all Or the same song plays on the radio
Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old And the highways take a toll
Time for the show And the road was long and slow And I'm growing old I was a boy not long ago
