The Great American Songbook... - Dangers

So where are the songs that we used to sing?

The wind in our hair, that cramped backseat?

And where did they go?

And what did they mean?

All of that static, and our lives in between all those bars, and humming sour

notes…

No one is dancing now 'cause no one remembers how to

We all forget about the beauty of that awful sound

So where are the songs that we used to sing?