This Is Not Rock and Roll

It's the man that you love as he falls to his knees
And the girl that you trust who just wants to please
It's the nights you lay silent and the days you just stared at the sky
It's the sound of a gunshot on a dark city street
And the dreams you remember between empty sheets
But it's something much sadder, and somehow much worse for your soul
This is not rock and roll

It's the big stained glass window at an old fashioned church
And the brick that flew threw it in your own faithless search
It's the bad news for you that you already knew in your heart
It's the time that you spend getting over yourself
And the last longneck bottle alone on the shelf
But it's always behind us and it waits to unwind both our souls
This is not rock and roll

Oh, days gone by
Oh, tender lies
Those tears we cry
Our sacred eyes

It's the moment you asked what don't want to know
And the feeling of emptiness after the show
Every second that passes before you remember to breathe
It's the final farewell to a part of your past
Or the same old mistakes with a half-hearted laugh
But it's something much sadder, and certainly worse for your soul
This is not rock and roll