There's a letter at my mother's house It came with a folded flag It says right now I'm coming home In a body bag It's a pride and a pain that are one and the same It's a burning cigarette, it's a horrible dream There's a man in an office who's going through files And a woman who watches TV And she doesn't get the jokes Told by the late night talk show hosts But for some reason she laughs anyway There's this soap in my bathroom And it's all covered in hairs There's this hope in my brain And it's all covered in prayers There's a girl in this town who doesn't know I exist There's a wounded sense of pride and a pain in my fist There's twelve empty bottles on this table tonight There's four lungs on fire and four burning eyes And something will explode And someone will cry And someone will run out And never turn around There's a park in the city where I used to go But now it's covered with fences and cops and light posts And I'd never go back even if it was the same But it kills me to know that it's changed There's these kids who have dreams And there's these dreams that will grow Until they get so goddamn big That they explode And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris Is grownups like them and losers like me And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris Is grownups like them and losers like me Grownups like them and losers like me Grownups like them and losers like me Tonight let's go walking down Clark Street And look at the buildings that we've never seen We'll stop at the bar and pass out on the floor, tomorrow we'll forget everything And we'll replay these days again