All is quiet on the eastern shore
And these days I can't help getting bored
And hoping that there's better things in store
The end is coming soon
But I've still got so much to prove
Is everybody moving on while I can barely move?
The winter clouds don't float away
The sun gets colder everyday
A constant reminder of our expiration date
Will we try to make it count or are we just waiting it out?
And when the smoke clears will we find ourselves in suits?
And at the end of the day is that all we're here to do?
Get a job, buy a car, drive it straight to some shitty bar
And drown out the sound of the things we always wanted and the things we never were
Ooo
Ooo
All's quiet on the eastern shore
And I'm grateful I can still get bored
'Cause that's a luxury not many can afford
And if this song takes me nowhere
That's where I want to be
In the arms of my friends and blurry nights that never end
The summer breeze gets warmer every night
And I don't care if they say we did it right
Because they don't have the right
I'll try to overcome my doubts
I'll do my best to make it count
And when the smoke clears we'll have ourselves to face
But we are young and full of love and full of life we cannot waste
Get a job, buy a car, those things can't tell us who we are
And we'll never stop the sound
Even when our throats get red
We won't stop sing 'till we're dead
credits
from Mickey,
released November 23, 2011
Lyrics and Music by Mike Vizzi
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