Racing Days - Karen's Basement Lyrics

Bumped into you by the bookshop
What a fine man you became with
All your summer reading purchased
And your cut-off plastic bracelet
Did you ever get that watch fixed
To keep track of the time you wasted
From doing all those cartwheels
And staring at cloud formations
Did you ever get her number
That pretty girl you were chasing
And when you see her hand is open
Well I, I hope that you take it
When those NSBie brats come back 'round
With their little privileged faces
Are you building forts in your room
Or do you leave 'em bleeding on the pavement
And what happened to your old friend
With the punk rock education
I heard his folks moved down to Jersey
Or is he still in Karen's basement
Did you ever get her reason
For running out of patience
And if she ever gives you a second chance
I hope that you take it
Well I, I hope that you take it