Westmont, NJ - Into It. Over It.

Twisted and turned

All roads lit and burned

As we watched every move that we made

And the time crept on slowly like miles per hour

On your dashboard as we look the same

As we do every year

Red and green reflected lights from ear to ear

But I bet you take all the boys here

A baseball player’s front lawn failures

Will choke on the note inside his mailbox

It reads

«Don't give up, try hanging more lights from your rooftop»

But our suggestions hardly ever work

I twist and turn through sarcastic groans

While we’ve measured the weight of our days

With souls the size of dinner plates

But does he understand you like you need him too?

Which one of us two has really heard the truth?

I bet you take all the boy here

A baseball player’s front lawn failures

Will choke on the note inside his mailbox

I write

«Don't give up, try saving a night in December»

But my suggestions hardly ever work

We hardly ever work

Save my side

Ten mile ride

Safe, sound, and silent tonight

Safe, sound, and silent enough to prove me right