Old Engine
To pick it back up
After falling
The old engine is stalling
A piece of machinery
That ain’t what it used to be,
A relic of friends that
Stopped calling
I could pick it right up
Lift it high off the floor
But after all of the bad
What good is it for?
You don’t come around,
You don’t come around,
You don’t come around anymore.
To make a new dress
Out of old jeans
Chasing dark with a sunbeam
The ghost of a memory
Swept by a chimney sweep
Is dressed up disguised
As a daydream
I could give it all back
Just the same as before
But after all of the hell
What’s the point anymore?
I don’t come around,
I don’t come around,
I don’t come around anymore.
A hope that’s masked by a whisper
Blown out through the window
And into the city, and into the street
I pray for my soul that this city will keep
And we’d come around
We’d all come around
We’d all come around, like before.
When it gets too hard to remember
Just think of September
In the city,
In the sun,
We were the ones.