Songtext von Surf Generation

C'mon Eliza, we've got nothing left to lose We're still young, but we know how to sing the blues There's a world of heartbreak outside, and I want to be a part of it So drag me down the road. This old town, all sleepin' in our heads Could Jesus Christ have ever raised these dead? Is there a miracle? Is there some tragedy? You know I'd believe if either one could carry me away. We'll throw our sleeping bags in the backseat of the car Because I'm too tired to even lift up my guitar All the days pilin' up on the scale, Trying to become what they already are I'll clear an open way (We found some blueprints Appalachian Surfboard A King James Bible And pennies from the war) I'll clear an open way...