Went to see the new baby, and we smoked weed on the back porch. And, lying on my back with the pool floatie, "Raining Blood" just thundering forth, I said, "what do you say your parents take your place for an hour? We can drive downtown, to our old favorite place, let the years just melt away, and find ourselves back where we were found." But there's not a soul down on the corner, and that's a pretty certain sign that I shouldn't try to play the reformer, picking up pieces of that old gang of mine. But what would they say if it went the other way, and we flew to today through ten years of time? They'd be ashamed. I'm so sure they'd be ashamed at what I claim to be doing with my life. Now they're all paired off and kissing the other half goodnight, and then falling deep into the same sleep while walls and warm sheets shut out the light. And I'm the only one, at the top of my lungs, who's still singing sweet adelines. They're all filled up, they don't need the love that I'm bringing that old gang of mine. Not a soul down on the corner, they're all safe sitting down behind smooth sheets of glass. I guess it's not going to get any warmer, and I guess it's raining slow until it's raining fast.

ps. you oughta buy the album, the whole thing is gorgeous .

Agreed. Anyone who is not homeless should own this album. And if you're homeless, skip a few meals and save your panhandling cash for it