Over a melancholy Skinny Atlas beat that samples Dylan’s old track Bookmarks, from Keep Your Friends Close, Dylan reflects on the good old days and how he hopes to grow in the future.
[Intro]
You are my favorite miracle
[Verse 1]
When the world finally ends, only then will our destinies doubt us
When we spin off the edge of our steps and our couches
When just the hidden songs are left on our cassettes and our albums
Can we expect that something better surrounds us, when we exit our houses
The death of my childhood would unfold in notches
It was a cave in social comet of a stolen promise
So how'd we grow up but not grow up into who we said we'd grow up
Into we said we knew some day we'd grow up beyond this
Now I'm as lonely as the town drunk, who only knows he's a man
When he's holding a handful of SoCo and Daniels
Sitting at the bar calling all the colleges girls over
To sing him Billy Joel karaoke from a broken piano
I don't wanna end up just like him I'll keep on writing till me bookmark bends
I keep on writing till I lose all that's left of my good hard friends
Until I've spent all the gold that had took our breathe
If only it matters I probably I take the loneliest stance
I miss unholy abandoned home to me we always will carry it
With the strength of an ocean it'll grow like soldiers in battle
And looking back over my shoulder see the roads that we travel
[Hook 1]
Without the worst nights (nights)
And my glory years (years)
Without the holes in the rooftop we climbed on
Without the dead nights (nights)
And the adventure life (life)
Without the memories we never bet our lives on
How would I know whoever I am
Without the long drive to anywhere that we were always miles from
If these are the best of times I don't want mine back
The glory years I always thought I'd have are here
[Interlude]
So for anybody who still feels they have the best years of their life left to live
I'm right there with you
[Verse 2]
We nicknamed our best friend Ghost for all the haunts he'd have
There's more to life then the glory years that we thought we'd have
We formed a pact for down the road in case we lost track
A dollar diner coffee calls and screen porch menthol packs
If you went up summer in an office selling car glass
And I still live at home in five years lets get our maps
And tape 'em to the window seat we could travel north fast
Small town kids who learned to fight from our divorced dads
Know the rules of separation like our palms
Tired eyed of watching burning houses from our lawns
If only we could find a wait and vacant distant summers
And fall in deep enough love we'd make our parents miss each other
One story starts for everyone that never made it
I kissed my first girlfriend on an air mattress that levitated
I used to hate the ground thats roots and holes are bound to fail
But making out in UFOs at the Orange County Fair
Made me feel like something from another world would save us
Or some great tragedy would come along to turn my pages
Maybe I was waiting for a battlefield to earn my place in
Still looking back at us the world can see we were courageous
But all our worry signs and torn up lives I won't ignore
Fell in love too many times at least we got to know our floors
I don't plan to ever get the moments we were hoping for
A couple years later fast forward
[Bridge]
Now I know I won't try (try)
I know I won't try (try)
I will spend my whole life looking for an answer that I won't find
Now I know I won't find it, damn right I won't find it
Imma take potential and bury it like I'm gold mining
I'll take my pen and I'll press it and pray my penmanship resurrects
My depressions, my friendships, my I'm in my own crisis
Because I'm only twenty-two
How am I wishing for the wisdom that's been missing in collision with my old life
I said I'm only twenty-two, how the fuck am I wishing for what's missing in an old life
[Hook 2]
Without the worst nights
And my glory years
Without the lows in the rooftops we dived from
Without the dead nights
And the adventure life
Without the people that you never could rely on
Man how would you know whoever you are
Without the long drives down the black midnight roads we almost died on
These are the best of times and I don't want mine back
The glory years I always swore I'd have aren't here
But I got wrongs, I got roads, I got seams, I got long intermissions where I lost my feet
I got my best friends behind yeah I brought my team, their in the background singing, "Yeah that's all I need"
The orange lights the ocean gasp and it's all a passive, my ... life flashes short enough to make my story last
There's more to write then the pouring rain and the autumn grass
There's more to drive to then all the places you wanna crash
There's more to life then the glory years that you thought you'd have
But I don't know where I am
I'm just lost in my glory years
The Glory Years was written by Dylan Owen.
The Glory Years was produced by Skinny Atlas.
Dylan Owen released The Glory Years on Mon Jun 08 2015.