Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
A wistful and melancholy rumination of misspent youth, and, perhaps even misspent adulthood, but not in the manner one might typically expect.
Contrary to one’s expectation, the narrator laments the safety and protection of his childhood. In some manner this might be a mid-life crisis of sorts, or s...
Meet me down the alley
Tonight
I wanna breathe
Some new life
Into me
And you and yours and mine
When we were young
We never played
Out in the street
We'd only run
Where we felt safe
Come on and meet me down the alley
We ain't too young to die
Meet me down the alley
Tonight
I wanna be
Some new place
I wanna see
Something I'll never see again
Come on and meet me down the alley
We ain't too young to die
Meet me down the alley
Tonight
Where I live now there's no sidewalk
Only small talk
Where I live now I feel safe
Take me away
And meet me down the alley
Meet me one last time
Meet me down the alley
To say good-bye
Meet me down the alley
Meet me down the alley