Grease - Future Islands

We’ve been here before

In a gravel lot, by the back door

We move the same

We say the same things

And the same song plays on the radio

Time for the show

And the road was long and slow

And I’m growing old

I was a boy not long ago

What happens to youth?

What happened to truth?

What happened to me?

This song won’t change a thing

No, but the people want it all

The dancing bear, the bouncing ball

Oh, I hope they want it all…

Or the same song plays on the radio

Time for the show

And the road was long and slow

And I’m growing old

And the highways take a toll

Time for the show

And the road was long and slow

And I’m growing old

I was a boy not long ago