I need a new pair of wayfarers
I can't see the words sitting right in front of me
The problem with pain is there's always someone to blame
And if you're looking then it might as well be me
Maybe when i'm dead
And all those books, they've been read
We can sit outside of smoke our cigarettes
Laugh at all the kids
Who are working just to sit
At home just like we did
And we were better off for it
It's still gonna come
I remember headlights
Pulling in 'round midnight
Jeff Buckley singing that Cohen song
You tied me to your kitchen chair
You broke my throne you cut my hair
God only knows where i'd be
(I may not always love you)
Baby, we've been here before
We've seen this room, we've walked this floor
But now it just seems to be getting old
These old songs, yeah, they're a'changing
I'd like to say that we're the same but
Maybe i'd be wrong again
And we're better off for it
It's still gonna come
I was circling the lot
Looking for somewhere to park
You were looking down at your phone
I don't have to buy a new
Notebook if i don't want to
There's a million things i'd rather do
Like sit
And talk all night
In the pale moonlight
Aint it kind of nice
To be by your side tonight
It's still gonna
It's still gonna
It's still gonna come