It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me,
And a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a TV stand

Just a turntable to watch
And the smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walks

We were a stroke of luck
We were a gold mine, they gutted us


And from the sidelines you see me run
Until I'm out of breath
Living the good life, I left for dead

The sorrowful Midwest
Well I did my best...
To keep my head


It was grass stain jeans and incompletes
And a girl from class to touch

But you think about yourself too much
And you ruin who you love
Well all these claims at consciousness

My stray dog freedom
Let's have a nice clean cut
Like a bag we buy and divy up


And from the sidelines, I see you run
Until you're out of breath

And all those white lines that sped us up
We hurried to our death
Well I lagged behind...

So you got ahead

(Thanks to Meredith for correcting these lyrics)