There's a letter at my momma's house Came with a folded flag It says right now I'm coming home in a body bag It's a pride and a pain That are one and the same It's a burning cigarette It's a horrible dream There's a man in an office who's going through files And a woman who watches tv And she doesn't get the jokes told be late night talk show hosts But for some reason she laughs anyway There's this soap in my bathroom, and it's all covered in a hairs There's this hope in my brain, and it's all covered in prayers There's a girl in this town who doesn't know I exist There's a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist There's 12 empty bottles on this table tonight There's 4 lungs on fire and 4 burning eyes And something will explode, and someone will cry And someone will run out and never turn around There's a park in this city where I used to go But now it's covered with fences and cops and lightposts And I'd never go back if anything was the same But it kills me to know that it's changed There's these kids who have dreams There's these dreams that will grow Until they get so goddamn big that they explode And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris Is grownups like them and losers like me And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris Is grownups like them and losers like me It's grownups like them and losers like me It's grownups like them and losers like me Yeah Tonight let's go walking down Clark Street And look at the new buildings that we've never seen We'll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor Tomorrow we'll forget everything And we'll replay these days again