If the universe decides to declare that these right now are the good ol' days,
We must push all the chips in, let the dice fall where they may
Let's burn the candle on both ends then burn it even more
Until we've burned it down to the wick and through it's rotten core
Stay up to watch the moon set, then take my picture in the rising sun
A relic of youth to hold onto in all the years to come
A fleeting moment of life captured in permanence, all bundled against the summer cold
As insignificant as turning water into wine, silver into gold
Here we lie, spinning our webs into the creation of stories we'll eventually tell
Hazy concoctions of blurry sound, the weather in Neverland is always quite well
The place opens at nine, cash cover and promises good tunes
And the air is always thick with laughter and vintage perfume
Scuffing up our boots, dancing holes into the floor
And when they step off the sticks, we're begging them for more
Neon sign hanging over your heard for one night and one night only
That's okay kid, haven't they told you that sometimes, we all get a little lonely
Must I say, the trees, they are a-changing, seasons how they turn
Once roaring flames have died, but new fires burn
All of our selves begin to fade from memory like a childhood friend
Catching the last train outta dodge, waving goodbye to all of them
Drunkenly spilling all my secrets like I spilled my drink,
Bunch of twenty somethings playing the role of a stand-in shrink
And if you let me, I can help you carry some of these bags up my street
Drop them off on my doorstep, you know that's never bothered me
Writing bedtime stories, filled to the brim with faith and dripping with conviction
A confession of our desires and a dagger to our fears posing as a piece of fiction
These are the brief seconds and dragging days that will build our library collection
And one day when we all live in lands far, far away, I promise to remember your reflection
Whispering secrets in the dark, playing telephone through the years
Help me lighten this load of darkness, my friend, help me diminish my fears
If you ever find yourself venturing onto my street to see that my lights are still on,
Make me a promise before I'm grown-up and gone -
That you'll hit the buzzer, come inside, and climb up the stairs
So we can all relieve ourselves, for just a brief moment, of life's most bloody affairs
We'll pour red wine in solo cups, roll some cheap hash
Discuss the peculiarities of a world in a constant mad dash
Up late, we're all just burning the midnight oil
Laughing at the fools who disapprove, sit, stir, and toil
Promise you won't forget the hint of a smile that dances on my lips,
When I know the joke you're gonna make before you let the punchline slip
Record everyone's laugh, what if they don't always sound that way?
When the reaper nears closer, when age has come around and had it's say
Keep it all close to the chest, raise the anchor, and set sail to the seas
Make note of when flowers bloom, when rain begins to freeze
And perhaps there is nothing else for the rest of forever,
That will come close to us all having been young together
Or maybe the music never stops, we just dance in and out of doors
Crossing into different paths onto unknown floors
Ordering from new waiters, drinking coffee at the cafe
Recalling story after story of the good ol' days