Age Of Apathy

Let’s take a ride

I know you love the Taconic at twilight

Go east on 23

Past the farms and the festival memories

Listening to the Hudson Valley breeze

Oh to be born in the age of apathy

When nothing’s got a hold on you

If you need someone to hold, you can hold me

Under the shade of a quaking aspen tree

We came for New England’s party

But the colors haven’t started, so it’s just you and me

When did you start to change?

Was it somewhere up along the coast of Maine?

Or when we drove back down the 95

We got stopped at the border, but we made it out alive

Radio played Yellow Moon On The Rise

Oh to be born in the age of apathy

When nothing’s got a hold on you

If you need someone to hold, you can hold me

Under the shade of a quaking aspen tree

We came for New England’s party

But the colors haven’t started, so it’s just you and me

Hold me like you held me on the day the towers fell

When we stumbled over to the Christian Science Center pool

Was it the end or the beginning?

All I remember is the singing

And the music trying to drive away the fear

I'm still here

Somewhere down the line

I let go around 2009

Lost the feeling in my hands

Guess it’s one that no one understands

Radio plays My Old Man

He's a singer in the park

He's a walker in the rain

He's a dancer in the dark

We don't need no piece of paper

From the city hall

Keeping us tied and true

My old man

Keeping away my lonesome blues