'55

What's the point of the driveway
When we're not driving the cars
Computers come to pick me up
And drop me on the moon
The moon
There's nothing that will live
That will be gone soon
According to my data I've been oversleeping
No one's listening to the tune

And I remember time's when
You'd come driving up
My block just to take me out
We'd roll the windows down
And sing our favorite songs out loud
Whatever happened to when
The phone rang off the wall
Now that phone never rings at all

When does this begin
Some rules aren't meant to break
We should share all the things we make
Whatever happened to the way we lived
It's leaking like a sieve



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Smith
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