We're Getting a Divorce, You Keep the Diner

We were the magnificent dreamers

In secret lamplight hideouts

We swore the world couldn't break us

Even when the world took us down



So here I am struggling out in the mighty jungle

Moving eighteen miles a minute, not slowing down for nothing

I look to my left and I look to my right

And I'm calling out for my brother

But it's so dark in this night, am I alone?



Did they fall down by the wayside?

Was I moving too blind to see them?

Were they calling out to me?

Or did Despair set in?



Were the things that we wanted when we were still sixteen

Only passing and fleeting, or just too far out of reach?

Were you hard up or broken man, I woulda helped you out

Were you numb and distracted when I was calling out?

I was calling out



On a Sunday morning the whole crowd assembled

I've done some things that I'm not too proud of

I've never left you, a deaf ear for longing

Some hearts are gallows, I'm not here for hanging around



It's all right, man

I'm only bleeding, man

Stay hungry, stay free

And do the best you can