Van Rides and High Tides - Broadway Calls

I’ve got a plan

I’ve got it dripping down my forehead in the shape of a bead of sweat

How sweet would my life be

If I wrote the songs the kids could not forget?

I jump the gun again

I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am

The things I write will change the world and I

Will take you along for the ride

But this self appreciation is lame

It’s not charming or cute anymore

Who am I kidding?

We’re sleeping on floors and the summer’s almost over

At the expense of my new friends

The summer’s almost over

My heart beats faster every night

Please let this last forever

This is the information age

I’ve got the age but where the fuck is my info?

I know 24 isn’t old but I feel

That I am about to expire

I jump the gun again

I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am

The things I write will change the world and I

Will take you along for the ride

But this self appreciation is lame

It’s not charming or cute anymore

Who am I kidding?

We’re sleeping on floors and the summer’s almost over