Karaoké Passing Through a Screen Door The Wonder Years

Cigarette smoke dances back in the window and I can see the haze on the dome light

I'm conjuring ghosts on a forty-hour ride home and they keep asking me what I'm doing with my life

While my cousins go to bed with their wives

I'm feeling like I've fallen behind

Well the highway won

I'm listening to traffic reports one on one

Coming quietly undone

I was born to run away from anything good

An escape artist's son

Sun-drenched pavement in my blood

The first thing that I do when I walk in is find a way out for when shit gets bad and

I've been looking for tears in the screen door

I've been waiting for another disaster

Well I'm terrified like a kid in the sixties staring at the sky waiting for the bomb to fall

And it's all a lie what they say about stability

It scares me sometimes the emptiness I see in my eyes

And all the kids' names

I've ever liked are tied to tragedy

And I don't want my children growing up to be anything like me

I've been looking for tears in the screen door

I've been waiting for another disaster

And I was kinda hoping you'd stay

I was kinda hoping you'd stay

I keep a flashlight and a small knife in the corner of my bed stand

I keep a flashlight and the train times but you wouldn't understand

How could you understand

Jesus Christ

I'm twenty-six

All the people I graduated with

All have kids

All have wives

All have people who care if they come home at night

Well Jesus Christ did I fuck up

I've been looking for tears in the screen door

I've been waiting for another disaster

And I was kinda hoping you'd stay

I was kinda hoping you'd stay

I was kinda hoping you'd stay