Buried in Eugene

Poor Terry
He's had to carry
That awful memory year after year after year
Glass shattered, the pieces scattered
One moment led to tear after tear after tear
But still a part of him will always just be proud
Of crowded basement shows, in their sweaty clothes
And their amps up way too loud
And they live on in every song that raw and true
And in the homes they never made it to
And there's a part of them forever in-between
And there's a part of him still buried in Eugene
Kid Killer, so heavy hitting
But always quitting over and over again
And Adam would always have them
Play every number over and over my friend
They were such kids back then
He'll never feel young again
And he tries to soldier on but he misses all of them
All of them gone
And though it's strange he misses van rides until dawn
Where they would blast Nick Lowe on the stereo
And they all would sing along
Some part forever in Eugene
Some part still with them there, still buried in Eugene