Love is a game of skee ball, bay-bay.

Hey Benny, what’ll it be? – Gimme a beer.

Immense, intense, and totally without sense.

Night falls and the lightning strikes / the night I left my home behind.

I used to drive by 150 Lake Ave. / And wonder why we ever moved away

“AHahaha!”

There has always been a place I long for—anywhere away from where I was at the time.

This town’s coming back, I’m seeing it firsthand / If you’re not seeing it you’ve got your head in the sand.

This is my town and I’ll walk outside here, no matter what’s coming down from the sky.

Dani, the sun has gone down in our faces / The lights faded out and there’s no real sign of the morning

This city’s never gonna come back / As long as the negativity rules ...

Seeking some sort of spiritual explanation or answer to a very changed world.