Grenadine
We roll through rhythmic roadside beams
Past franchise fare, that wasnt there
The last time we rolled by on our retreat
My sullen high school chum, it seems
Is running to the same stand still
Since lost love's wicked will forced his defeat
Now all I seem to see
Are all the promises of sunny, perfect lives
By the way side
And as for me
I keep my eye on idle dreams
I sip my sweet suburban grenadine
Past Jericho and Courthouse Rd
The skyline's new, my memory's askew
The status quo has closed
The carnival where we used to play
And due to weakened turn-out fear
My first ten-year
Reunion is repealed
The fat and unfulfilled breath a sigh of sweet relief
Now all I seem to see
Are the promises of sunny, perfect lives
By the way side
And as for me
I keep these pipe dreams clean
I sip my sweet suburban grenadine
So I tour these streets with righteous pride
And I shrug the cynics creed
By which my ways have come to coincide
Well, this is my home
This is where my true romance and childhood lie
So I hold my breath tight
And I kiss that big Long Island sky
The late November weekend runs
That same old scene
I catch the 5:19
We say those same good-byes
And play our parting pleasantries
And as my railcar rides the sun
My world blurs by these grateful eyes
I keep my home behind
And just two steps in front of me
Past franchise fare, that wasnt there
The last time we rolled by on our retreat
My sullen high school chum, it seems
Is running to the same stand still
Since lost love's wicked will forced his defeat
Now all I seem to see
Are all the promises of sunny, perfect lives
By the way side
And as for me
I keep my eye on idle dreams
I sip my sweet suburban grenadine
Past Jericho and Courthouse Rd
The skyline's new, my memory's askew
The status quo has closed
The carnival where we used to play
And due to weakened turn-out fear
My first ten-year
Reunion is repealed
The fat and unfulfilled breath a sigh of sweet relief
Now all I seem to see
Are the promises of sunny, perfect lives
By the way side
And as for me
I keep these pipe dreams clean
I sip my sweet suburban grenadine
So I tour these streets with righteous pride
And I shrug the cynics creed
By which my ways have come to coincide
Well, this is my home
This is where my true romance and childhood lie
So I hold my breath tight
And I kiss that big Long Island sky
The late November weekend runs
That same old scene
I catch the 5:19
We say those same good-byes
And play our parting pleasantries
And as my railcar rides the sun
My world blurs by these grateful eyes
I keep my home behind
And just two steps in front of me
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