Nights seem dull
When you grew up watching Lloyd Dobbler
Lift that stereo over his head
‘Til I snap out of the daydream
And remind myself he was kind of a creep
And so-called good guys don’t stand beneath windows and weep

Take a time machine to me
At age 13 and I’ll tell him melancholy chic
Ain’t really that charming but
he’ll grow out of it someday
When he hates humans as a whole anyway
Yet some withered ghost of Frank Capra still wails deep in my veins

I got a heart like a cake: kinda stale, but ok
I’ll save a slice for you all the same
You’d never wolf it all down,
But you’ll keep some around
A joie de vivre for the battleground

Life sifts by
and I can’t remember the last time
I shed a tear for Maude and her final line
We both might look forward to sleeping
And covet an hour to stare through the tv’s blue light
But it’s the moments you reach for my side of the bed at night

If we had gone to the same school
In junior high
Then I’d like to think I would have found you
Two weirdos with a war cry

With that amusement park head
Wide awake in the bed
A roller coaster of things you said
I strapped in tight long ago
Fuck if it don’t feel like home
No need to ride this thing all alone

I spent years and years destroying the Kevin Arnold in me
But I’m still that guy who means what he says even if it’s clumsy
Jaded and sour within
But I’m looking for sparks again
God damn it I’m gonna be exuberant

My movie magic still gleams
Somewhere back in the beams
It burns brighter on the proper screen
What if it’s fine to be still?
Not every moment’s a thrill
Who said I have to be Pecos Bill?
We got a dream like a jigsaw
Still finding pieces that fit wrong
Every so often we start over from corner one
I’m just so glad it’s still your face
Walking up to the doorway
Chiming your keys at the end of every day