Dried Piss

Press play and I'm gone
 Back to the past back to the kid in photographs
 With flannel shirts and unforced smirks
 Intrepid dispositions, sometimes you can throw it all away
 But a few things tend to stick around
 The soundtrack then, it's in my head
 The timing was off then
 Now I'm sitting soaked and insecure
 Left under a doubting sun
 When some streets have too much history you can feel
 Like the dried piss on a sewer grate
 The soundtrack then, it's in my head
 The memory's tied to music and it's stuck in my head
 The memory's tied to music and it's all I have left
 But I keep listening so I don't forget
 The memory's tied to music and it's stuck in my head
 The memory's tied to music and it's all I have left