Everything Gets Old

Driving down the interstate, it’s 2 am I’m infinite

Wondering if I can make this last before it finishes

These front porches haven’t taken down their christmas shit, from last year

They want more from life, if it exists

I guess we’re all looking forward to us shining

A couple holidays from now we’ll all be fine when

We finally get a chance to walk along horizons

Or we’re bored of trying, organized, and 45 and tired

We were shopping mall pilgrims, outlaws at yard sales

We wrote our names in ash and cigarettes on guardrails

So if they do report me missing and my car bails

I was 21 the day the engine in my heart failed

Someday I wanna leave the state, move away and gone

Every wrinkle in my face says I’m aging wrong

Wake up in a diner playing 80s graduation songs

And start to wonder if my generation’s days are lost

Orchestrate the horns, tires hit the rain

I’m driving singing prayers that I compiled on the way

Cause heaven’s just a car crash away from real life

Until then I’ll never know what paradise feels like

Yeah, well everything gets old

Everything gets dusty, everything gets cold

Until we do it all again without the interruptions

And no longer can recognize the houses we grew up in

Yeah, well everything gets old

Everything gets vintage, everything lets go

Until tomorrow when we find a better way to end the century

And suddenly we recognize the people that we’re meant to be

As I’m driving down the interstate, it’s 4 am I’m infinite

Wondering if I can make this last before it finishes

Is this great stillness all we’re really out to find?

Is there a pot of gold at the end of the power lines?

We hopped fences, over garage centers and

Hopelessly lost tenants of the parking lot perspective

Tired of broken hondas, tires that blow up on us

Someday we’ll grow up and be local rock legends

Who stopped pretending, I don’t wanna be that lost

Convinced my ticket out isn't a scratch off

We found hope in a melody, it was just a riff

The song says there’s more to life, but it’s just a myth

Speeding past the gallery of lights

Lead me off into the blanket of the night

Because I would rather crash my car on purpose

Than grow up to be a person who’s unhappy with an accidental life

When everything gets old, everything gets dusty, everything gets cold

We’ll finally do it all again without the interruptions

And we’ll no longer recognize the houses we grew up in

Yeah, well everything gets old

Everything gets dusty, everything gets cold

Until we do it all again without the interruptions

And no longer can recognize the houses we grew up in

Yeah, well everything gets old

Everything gets vintage, everything lets go

Until tomorrow when we find a better way to end the century

And suddenly we recognize the people that we’re meant to be