The Lights Go Down

Lights dim on another perfect evening

Seeing isn't supposed to be believing

Everything is going to be fine

The clouds will fade, the sun will start to shine

At least that's what we're fed when we are young

When we skin our knees but still know how to have fun

Gaps in teeth and mud on all our clothing

Soon replaced with tax forms and self-loathing

When do we stop knowing how to dream?

When do we become bill-paying machines?

With starry eyes but heads all full of lead

Don't let me forget the things I said

Please don't let me forget the things I said