There's a letter at my mother's house

It came with a folded flag

It says right now I'm coming home

In a body bag

It's a pride and a pain

That are one and the same

It's a burning cigarette

It's a horrible dream

There's a man in an office

Who's going through files

And a woman who watches TV

And she doesn't get the jokes

Told by the late night talk show hosts

But for some reason she laughs anyway

There's this soap in my bathroom

And it's all covered in hairs

There's this hope in my brain

And it's all covered in prayers

There's a girl in this town

Who doesn't know I exist

There's a wounded sense of pride

And a pain in my fist

There's twelve empty bottles on

This table tonight

There's four lungs on fire

And four burning eyes

And something will explode

And someone will cry

And someone will run out

And never turn around

There's a park in the city

Where I used to go

But now it's covered with fences

And cops and light posts

And I'd never go back even

If it was the same

But it kills me to know

That it's changed

There's these kids

Who have dreams

And there's these dreams

That will grow

Until they get so goddamn big

That they explode

And what's left in the smoke

And the falling debris

Is grownups like them

And losers like me

And what's left in the smoke

And the falling debris

Is grownups like them

And losers like me

Grownups like them

And losers like me

Grownups like them

And losers like me

Tonight let's go walking down

Clark Street

And look at the buildings

That we've never seen

We'll stop at the bar

And pass out on the floor

Tomorrow we'll forget everything

And we'll replay these days again