300 Cranes - Adolescents

It was a different time

Another life it seemed

He’d pay the price

For broken schemes and broken dreams

A man-child on the road of the damned

I feel kind of empty

I feel kind of down

I got to get me right

300 cranes

300 cranes

300 cranes

Build them up and tear them down

Again

I watched him fold into the night

One page at a time

His eyes were glazed

His fingers amazed

On the edge of a dime

I feel kind of empty

I feel kind of down

I got to get me right

300 cranes

300 cranes

300 cranes

Build them up and tear them down

Again

He stopped, paused, and looked around

Like it was meant to be

«If I could do it tonight

I could set them free.»

I feel kind of empty

I feel kind of down

I got to get me right

300 cranes

Build them up

Tear them down again