Teenage Eyes

Bird calls in a far field
And other poet expressions
Under dance stage lights
Yeah, cold Miller High Life
and bar tab tickets taped
Here's a cool joke on a Wednesday night

Here's a middle-aged son
Come here from flyover country
Says he used to be in this one grunge rock band
Yeah, neighborhood dogs wrecked his dad's garage
On posters at school, and on the utility poles, hey yeah

And then Tom ambles Sully to the microphone
With a slowened impression of a Billy Joel song
Downtown was a good place back then
With its old memories and jean jacket tones
Tom writes short songs about West coast girls
Some cheesy parky lines and whimpers of love
Like he's stuck in a moment
Stuck in a moment, sheer confessions
In a freeze-frame, stop

Yeah, don't forget
Your teenage eyes
I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that
Yeah, don't forget
Your teenage eyes
I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that

And see, I still recall when I was a teen
Yeah, I wanted to be a writer then
Turn the words over quick
With a spitfire rhythm
Turn the world on its head with a turn of phrase

Yeah, I still recall a stupid year back then
When I wanted to be a writer
But the words pour out like I can't shut up
And stare at the page without a fear in sight

Yeah, don't forget
Your teenage eyes
I don't remember what it's like to see it shine like that
Yeah, don't forget
Your teenage eyes
I don't remember what it's like to see it shine like that

And then Tom laments, with a strange expression
Says he always wanted to be a rockstar
He's got a Gibson guitar on the living room wall
That he plays for his son and daughter

And I remember that year when I still believed
That I could always be a writer
I had a fifty-cent journal from the general store
And an off-brand Fender in the bed at night

Yeah, don't forget
Your teenage eyes
I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that
Yeah, don't forget
Your teenage eyes
I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that