Lyrics
You want to live the old days repeat the past
You desire to relive past moments, repeating history.
Want to follow in the footsteps of classic men
You aspire to emulate the actions of iconic individuals.
They look so romantic in old pictures
The idealized images of the past appear charming in photographs.
You think you're the first? find out.
You believe your experiences are unique; find out if that's true.
You don't want to be fire that's burning bright for everyone to see
You prefer not to be a conspicuous presence; I, however, want to be a noticeable source of inspiration.
But I want to be the spark that gets in you eye
I aim to be the catalyst that catches your attention.
A burning fire, but it's alive
A passionate fire that remains vibrant and alive.
Want to read the old words inside the books
You wish to delve into the wisdom within old books.
Want to follow in the footsteps of greater thought
You seek to follow the intellectual paths of great thinkers.
There's so much more feeling in those old songs
There is heightened emotion in the melodies of old songs.
You think you're the first? find out.
Questioning if your sentiments are truly original.
You don't want to be the star set in the sky for everyone to see
You avoid being a prominent figure; I desire to be the guiding light in your thoughts.
But I want to be the light that gets in your mind
I aim to be the illuminating presence that sustains you through challenging times.
Gets you through the night
Providing support and comfort throughout the night.
Gets you through the night
Reiterating the role of being a source of strength during difficult moments.
Those days we used to dream
Reflecting on the dreams from the past.
Growing up and getting out
Growing up and moving forward.
The band set up downstairs is sitting on the porch
A band is set up, reminiscent of times spent on the porch.
Up and down the street you hear the music play
The music echoes along the street.
Cause it's never as it seems on the drive in movie screens
Contrasting the illusion of drive-in movie screens with the incompleteness of real life.
Down here our lives are incomplete
Life seems unfulfilled in this context.
And the jukebox plays your dreams
The jukebox plays your aspirations, but they are stuck on repeat.
But they're always on repeat
Dreams are constantly replayed.
The drunk behind the bar keeps saying it over and over
The repetition is emphasized by the drunk repeating phrases behind the bar.
It's always the same
Things remain consistent despite the desire for change.
As soon as you feel it, the beat starts to fade
The excitement diminishes as the beat fades.
You think they're calling out your name but it's just some songs refrain
Mistaking a call for your name, realizing it's just a refrain from a familiar song.
that your mother used to sing back in the day
A nostalgic connection to songs your mother used to sing in the past.
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