An elitist, so defeatist Listens to what he holds dear
But the world is full of sound we can't help but overhear
And there's... No excuses for you losin'
The voices that once mused above
Broken record fallen angels
Stranded without love And I say
I'm lookin' for that girl With the same distro as mine
Or at least her music tastes must be similar to mine... Well babe
They don't make 'em like they used to and I don't think I'm from your time
I guess we'll have to find some common ground of a different kind
Can you hear them callin' out to the lonely sailors driftin' by
Prayin' the song ain't the Sirens leadin' them to die
And so... So excuse me for refusing the heart-felt words you've come to learn
In the end it's Icarus who suffers with his burns And I say...
I'm lookin' for that girl With the same distro as mine
Or at least her music tastes must be similar to mine... Well babe
They don't make 'em like they used to and I don't think I'm from your time
I guess we'll have to find some common ground of a different kind
I'm lookin' for that girl With the same distro as mine
Or at least her music tastes must be similar to mine... Well babe
They don't make 'em like they used to and I don't think I'm from your time
I guess we'll have to find some common ground of a different kind