"Every Drop" lyrics

Cool
In a leather jacket
That his mother bought him from the Goodwill
Primo rack, 'cause it reminds her of a
Time
How it goes when you need it
How it stays around when you are trying
To be something different than you were

Am I lying to the crowd
If I say it's just something that she found?
Every drop comes back around
And it's heavy in the curtains
It's making puddles on the ground

Blue
And the white tails streaming
From Thunderbirds performing feats
Of military might for children
Crying
Is a poor solution
For the quickly burning body
Where we find ourselves applauding wasted fuel

Am I making too much?
We all know we're headed for a bust
Every drop is made of dust
And it calls you to the window
Where the Romans say, "Hey, remember us?"

Now
He waits at the corner
I am standing there beside him
Admiring his prematurely jaded
Style
Makes a mess of getting out
From under these impressions
Of our mothers that keep coming back around

Am I reading empty signs?
Is it just the paranoia of the times?
Every drop comes down the line
And it's running through our bodies
We're heavy on the vine