It was a birthday gift
Of a Mexican Telecaster
cnd from this day on I will play along
To all my young pioneers records
cnd there will be a poetry spoken silently
Between me and the stereo
I'll work mornings
cnd you can work through the night
Mary, there is no hope for us
If this GM van don't make it
ccross the state line
We might as well lay down and die
Because if Florida takes us
We're taking everyone down with us
Where we're coming from (yeah)
Will be the death us
cnd I cannot help but hold on
To a handful of times
When what was spoken
Was a revolution in itself,
cnd what we were doing
Was the only thing that mattered
cnd how good it felt
To kill the memory of nights spent
Holding your shirt for the smell
I heard you used to cry
When you made love to him
But this band will play on
Because all we can do
Is what we've always done
cnd on and on and on...