From my tape deck there's a recklessness
Inflections of the world we want
All my friends, my rusty truck

We're just specks of love, directionless
Call this band just what we want
We can change the name from month to month

Four guitars and zero drums
We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk
In a world post punk

My friend had an old guitar
He took some lessons didn't get very far
An Ibanez with one knob stuck

Said, ?You can have that thing for fifty bucks?
Laura got a bass but it got no amp
Borrowed skills but never gave it back

Luke is just learning how to strum
But since he was the worst
We made him play the drums

Play the drums
You may find
In the palm

Of your hand
There's a flame
As it burns

As it climes
As it turns
To a blaze

Well this flame
It won't last
Here it comes

Hold it close
Cause this blaze
Can be fast

Set it free now there it goes
Luke's mom said that after school
We could rehearse in the living room

But that sure didn't last too long
Guess she didn't know we'd play Fugazi songs
We played these songs in the talent show

And all of the girls would be in the front row
But in the end we just chickened out
Because we can't sing

We can only shout
Only shhh
You may find

In the palm
Of your hand
There's a flame

As it burns
As it climes
As it turns

To a blaze
Well this flame
It won't last

Here it comes
Hold it close
Well this blaze

Will be fast
Set it free now there it goes