Lifetime - Bob Mould

The clouds move between

You and me and New York City

The song gets fuzzy on the AM radio

Tucked underneath the pillow

I move my fingers slow

Across the frequencies

And try to dial in the sound

To drown the noise out

And stop the world from falling

How it anchors me now

Half the verse it disappears

In the static and the haze

(what a lifetime we have)

And the second refrain gets lost in the rain

But that’s the magic and mystery

That’s how we fall in love

We worship God together

And worship us alone

As we kneel at the bed

You turn the light out

And say good night out loud

What a lifetime we have

So when you’re old and broken down

And you can’t conjure up a sound

Don’t despair, my darling

The tubes will glow and fill the room

With the scent of burning dust

That’s the lifetime we have