1997

20 Years ago a couple kids playing guitars singing in a band Still here underground hashing it out still playing shows hanging with our friends Wherever we are we're staying late we're gonna play till we can't stand Long Days Long Nights, time and time again Might come back home with two black eyes And a ten thousand yard stare 17 New Brunswick bars playing basements growing UP Dollar demos and matinees and malls and parking lots One year later one nineteen, back in Boston at a church Climb in the back of a big black van on the road we're taking off Long Days Long Nights, time and time again Might come back home with two black eyes And a ten thousand yard stare 20 Years go by like pages from a calendar blowing in the wind Under highway signs and flashing lights and fading stars and black nights Days turn into years and seconds last longer than decades fall like sand Long Days Long Nights, time and time again Might come back home with two black eyes And a ten thousand yard stare