Three blocks up Park Avenue and
Three blocks back down Clark
An old friend took me for a spin
In her boyfriend's new cool car
She asked me if I see a sort of perfect light
Reflecting off of everybody's eyes
I said "no, no, no, no
We do the thing that we do
Cause that's the thing we do"
I've heard people call themselves nonmaterial
I've heard them call themselves old punks
I'd say we've all stared at the Moon
Until it's nothing but a rock in the sky
And I'd say there's, there's nothing punk about that
There's nothing punk about that
Oh no there's nothing punk about that
Someone put a poem on the wall
And someone else ripped it off
They said "we can't put up with
Another hustler here"
I like it when we take the long way home
Safe inside our steel blue 91
That place between the place where
Dreamers dream to be and
That place where they just know
They're just like me
And you and everyone and
I've heard people call themselves nonmaterial
I've heard them call themselves old punks
I'd say we've all stared at the Moon
Until it's nothing but a rock in the sky
And I'd say there's, there's nothing punk about that
Oh no there's nothing punk about that
I'd say there's nothing punk about that
(I'd say there's nothing punk about that)
I say we've all stared at the Moon
(There's nothing punk about that)
Until it was nothing but a rock in the sky
I'd say there's nothing punk about that
(There's nothing punk about that)