We Buy Gold or Plato, My Queen, And the Last James Dean

Pass all the signs that say We Buy Gold and Silver
You know they don't care where it comes from
Long as you sign away your life today
Boy, but you don't know the cost
I spent a hundred and twenty days out on the road alone
Once Sunday comes around again
And put a hundred and twenty thousand miles
Between me and the ones I lost

Look, there's a killer on the corner
And liars on the radio
You may think it's funny now
Yeah, but tomorrow it all comes down

Now there's a secret congregation
And they're having imaginary conversations
With the queen of all my yesterdays
And the last heir of James Dean
I hope you will remember me when I don't know my own reflection
In this sea of recollections of what we were meant to be

Now there's a girl out on the highway
And she's quoting Plato to the radio
Sure, it might look funny now
But soon you'll sink just like a stone

So come on, let's get out of here tonight
Love, we can run away through colored lights
And we can lose ourselves in sounds and sights
Someone tell her I said that she was right all along
Well, can't you see I'm afraid I might forget her eyes
And we all just cover our failures up with lies
And everywhere we look we see the signs
They all say We Buy Gold
We Buy Gold

See, there's this madman in my head
He screams his heart out on the radio
When the last heir of James Dean
He'll tell us it's all gone wrong
Don't you see that girl thumbing down the interstate?
The one quoting Plato in her sleep
While the queen of all my yesterdays
That girl keeps dancing in my dreams
And it might look fucking funny now
But you won't laugh when it all comes down
My queen and the next James Dean
Well you know that they won't remember me
When I'm not around
Not my queen or the last James Dean
They never notice when I'm not around
I can't speak, now I can't make a fucking sound
And even you, you swear you will
But you never notice when I'm not around