Is my "Yes We Can" shirt ironic enough to wear Or does it mean I still believe in hope or change? I'll get my friends now to ask my friends then If that night's high still remains The thrift district burned down in the centre of my town Where all our burnouts convened The project kids that trashed place still Left living gutter dreams
At least they've got somewhere to go At least they've got nowhere to be While I'm still STUCK OUT HERE on High Street When I'm too old not to leave 'Cause I'm no longer young enough to stay And rest on what I know alone But I'm too sad and scared to admit That I'm losing all sense of home
And we are quiet bears We are too goddamn comfortable We are sleeping through the most of our winter And you'll find us there Laying dormant in the woods I don't need to be understood I just need you to listen
My own girlfriend can't even stand my songs Or how I hold guitars on stage We sell out of shitty t-shirts Just so the band can get paid But we never make a dollar It always goes to the next expense By the time we make back what we put in There's money waiting to be spent
This is a well-oiled machine I'm not claiming to be the first To be holding onto something And waiting for it to burst But I see the gaps on main street Where the arcade used to be I see the same gaps in every goddamn town we pass through And I struggle to believe
That we are quiet bears Who are too goddamn comfortable Who are sleeping through the most of our winter 'Cause when the earth shakes We start prodding where we stand I don't think I'll ever understand But I'm ready to listen
We put candles in the bottoms of our bottles And we danced in the beerlight Somewhere a star fuzzed out and that was it If this whole goddamn town burned down Who'd give a shit?