Misspent Youth - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

The glory of a misspent youth

Chasing tire stains in muted thunder

Trading sex for drugs

And my Ophelia does not drown

She just barely hangs on

Now driving drunk in Daddy’s car

Honey, I won’t spoil the ending

But see that bend up in the road?

Didn’t it seem that the night

Was a little too quiet?

When it seems your subjects

Have all forgotten you

I need you to pretend that you are mine

And the water is just deep enough to

Take another chance

Ah, but the river doesn’t want you tonight

The engine was not built to last

And there’s a permanence

To the memory of a bruise

But I still take it on

The chin for you

You are not alone here

But you ain’t helping me none

Disabled motorist

In the road, I have become one