Fourth of July

All roads run from this one
 There's buckled up seat on the bus
 We chuckle off at the next stop
 And nobody came after us
 We blinked at our freedom
 Took a right on a no turn on red
 When we were younger we never got older
 We laid on the brakes and then sped
 By the swallowed up barns
 Past the farms and the big fields
 The sun coming up in our eyes
 Days were back birds charging up on a wire
 And nights were the fourth of July
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 Somebody said, "Out there"
 "In the hole there's a miracle cure"
 While they rattled off all the side-effect scripture
 We dressed up and fell of the earth
 Into satellite lanes
 Past the plains and the great lakes
 The wool pulled down over our eyes
 Days were back birds charging up on a wire
 And nights were the fast-forward rewind
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 Nickels in the fountains
 And the lobbies among the downtowns
 We sit next to monsters we're hoping to kill
 And the glory days come back around
 And we find our old movies
 On the floor of the attic
 The scenes shuffle by in our eyes
 Days are black birds charging up on a wire
 And nights are the rest of our lives