Pacer Flags
Sell everything that you once owned,
On the internet, and move out of home.
Get an education or start paying rent.
You soon forget what those songs meant.
So here is your youth, packed into boxes.
Which ideals were yours?
Which were the fashionable choices?
Here’s you opinions
and the lives you led.
I remember the conversations.
Every word we said.
These shirts were monuments to the places we had been,
They’re stacked like folded flags, reminders of who you
used to be.
We all drift from scene to scene,
you forget the words, like you forget me.
Move to the city,Get a good job.
Maybe live somewhere pretty,
maybe you’ll find god!
So here’s your “new life”. the new things you own.
Here’s your new friends,
forget the ones back home.
Look back on those years
and the times we spent
and remember the conversation.
and the words we said.
These shirts were monuments to the places we had been,
They’re stacked like folded flags, reminders of who you
used to be.
And you said “aren’t we a generation, whose songs all
have been sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing
in my ears.
“aren’t we a generation, whose songs all have been
sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing
in my ears.
Remember the past to keep my feet on the ground.
Remember the songs and I still sing them loud.
Remember the shows and all that we went through.
I remember the past and I’ll remember you.
And you said “aren’t we a generation, whose songs all
have been sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing
in my ears.
“aren’t we a generation, whose songs all have been
sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing
in my ears.
