That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
You check the charts.
Start to figure it out.
And if it's crowded, then all the better,
'Cause we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather,
Then you've picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.
And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun.
One of the ways that we show our age.
And if the sun comes up,
If the sun comes up,
If the sun comes up
And I still don't want to stagger home,
Then it's the memory of our feathers
That is keeping us on our feet.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again.
You're talking forty-five times just as fast as you can.
Yeah, I know it gets tired but it's better when we pretend.
It comes apart.
The way it does in bad films.
The except the part,
Where the moral kicks in.
Though when we're running out of the drugs,
And the conversation grinding away,
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
For another five years of life.
Oh, you took the first ten years just as fast as you can.
And the next ten people who were trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France.
Oh I know it gets tired
Oh but where are your friends tonight?
To tell the truth,
This could be the last time.
So here we go.
Like a sales force into the night
And if I made a fool,
If I made a fool,
If I made a fool on the road,
There's always this,
And if I'm soothed into submission,
I could still come home to this.