1997
Twenty years ago a couple kids playing guitars singing in a band
Still here underground hashing it out still playing shows hanging with our friends
Wherever we are we're staying late we're gonna play 'til we can't stand
Long days, long nights time and time again
Might come back home with two black eyes and a 10,000 yard stare
Seventeen New Brunswick bars playing basements growing up
Dollar demos and matinees and malls and parking lots
One year later 1:19 back in Boston at a church
Climb in the back of a big black van on the road we're taking off
Long days, long nights time and time again
Might come back home with a broken wing and a 10,000 yard stare
Twenty years go by like pages from a calendar blowing in the wind
Under highway signs and flashing lights and fading stars and black nights
Days turn into years and seconds last longer than decades fall like sand
Long days, long nights time and time again
Might come back home with two left legs and a 10,000 yard stare