Trust Fund - This Life Lyrics

This life of mine that I'm perpetually upending
In search of messiness or cleanliness depending On what surrounds me at the time
I'll lay your loving on the line
To find in our crumbling clay
Such shallow roots to pull away
This grey parade of groups you find yourself attending In search of some brigade that you would die defending You meet them now on Thursday nights
Keep up the singing, babe, alright?
And should you come and go
I guess I wouldn't need to know

So now you stay home when the band comes through Who could they hold a candle to?
Some might say I abandoned you for what?
For what?
To wander through this life...