Dan Mangan - Fair Verona

Turn the bars in to cars and wait for the lights to change
and take shape of people we used to know
until we grow less fond of knowing.
We can ride in the night and discard all the facts
on our backs remembering the thoughts
that we thought since we got over our parents.
And if we go where we go and don’t tell anyone
where we’re from, we can cut and paste
the stars to our hearts and understand their language.
And we won’t spit with our mouths
or draw lines in the dirt with
our heels and every single day
we’ll just wait and hope to see the next one.
If we go down too easy, my dear
we’ll still be the heart of envy of all our friends
and peers. So I get home to my home
and thoughts are in my head and my
bed is full of things I left when I left earlier.
And the light through the blinds and through
the window pane in the lane
where the fire is getting cold for they have
burned all of their belongings.
And up the stairs there’s a pair who
like to be made sure that they were everything they are,
for they are sadly mistaken.
Now I forget how we met for
those days have all past, now the cast is filing
to the stage in a rage and taking their places.
If we go down to easy, my dear we’ll
still be the heart of envy of all our peers
and friends – my dear, to them we’ll be has-beens.
To them, be rogue waves. to them, be lost trains,
just posers posing. But we’ll eat with our eyes
and weep our good-byes and if that’s
what it takes we’ll both drink the kool-aid again.
’Till we’ve forgotten where our hearts have been.
’Till we’ve forgotten where our hearts have been.
’Till we forget just where our hearts have been.