"Isolani" lyrics
At the bus stop we're the pawns and we just do what we're told
But on your rooftop we're the kings and we look down on this whole town
You know it looks a lot like last year
Spend our time in just one place
If I wrote the story of my life here, a couple things that I'd erase
Don't you ever want to go?
Wait for some kind of sign that shows us where to go tonight
Underneath the northern lights
Up here like I can finally see
I look past the buildings, all these trees that line a dead-end street
Get all the way to New Orleans tonight
And when the fog sets, it's a softer side of urban decay
We go no nets
I watch a can roll down; I hear it hit the driveway
Anchorless, like a novel writ by Steinbeck
We're in a Midwest dust bowl
When you count the days 'til your next paycheck, it's a world of mice and men
Don't you ever want to go?
Wait for some kind of sign that shows us where to go tonight
Underneath the northern lights
Up here like I can finally see
I look past the buildings, all these trees that line a dead-end street
Get all the way to New Orleans tonight
On the edge, the world seems to stop
I can feel the wind and my stomach drop
If we're stuck and if we never leave, we've still got moments here like these
Lying on our backs, counting stars in the summer night
Above the sidewalk cracks, getting bathed in the billboard light
But on your rooftop we're the kings and we look down on this whole town
You know it looks a lot like last year
Spend our time in just one place
If I wrote the story of my life here, a couple things that I'd erase
Don't you ever want to go?
Wait for some kind of sign that shows us where to go tonight
Underneath the northern lights
Up here like I can finally see
I look past the buildings, all these trees that line a dead-end street
Get all the way to New Orleans tonight
And when the fog sets, it's a softer side of urban decay
We go no nets
I watch a can roll down; I hear it hit the driveway
Anchorless, like a novel writ by Steinbeck
We're in a Midwest dust bowl
When you count the days 'til your next paycheck, it's a world of mice and men
Don't you ever want to go?
Wait for some kind of sign that shows us where to go tonight
Underneath the northern lights
Up here like I can finally see
I look past the buildings, all these trees that line a dead-end street
Get all the way to New Orleans tonight
On the edge, the world seems to stop
I can feel the wind and my stomach drop
If we're stuck and if we never leave, we've still got moments here like these
Lying on our backs, counting stars in the summer night
Above the sidewalk cracks, getting bathed in the billboard light
