Lyric of the Day from The Wallflowers
Boy, I love this dark song…
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
Well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn
I’m so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin’ dreams
I think her death it must be killin’ me…
- From One Headlight
As if this essay wasn’t evidence enough, the fact that Jakob Dylan’s lyrics make more sense to me than his dad’s should tell you I’m not a boomer.
