Teenage Eyes

Bird calls in a far field And other poet expressions Under dance stage lights Yeah, cold Miller High Life and bar tab tickets taped Here's a cool joke on a Wednesday night Here's a middle-aged son Come here from flyover country Says he used to be in this one grunge rock band Yeah, neighborhood dogs wrecked his dad's garage On posters at school, and on the utility poles, hey yeah And then Tom ambles Sully to the microphone With a slowened impression of a Billy Joel song Downtown was a good place back then With its old memories and jean jacket tones Tom writes short songs about West coast girls Some cheesy parky lines and whimpers of love Like he's stuck in a moment Stuck in a moment, sheer confessions In a freeze-frame, stop Yeah, don't forget Your teenage eyes I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that Yeah, don't forget Your teenage eyes I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that And see, I still recall when I was a teen Yeah, I wanted to be a writer then Turn the words over quick With a spitfire rhythm Turn the world on its head with a turn of phrase Yeah, I still recall a stupid year back then When I wanted to be a writer But the words pour out like I can't shut up And stare at the page without a fear in sight Yeah, don't forget Your teenage eyes I don't remember what it's like to see it shine like that Yeah, don't forget Your teenage eyes I don't remember what it's like to see it shine like that And then Tom laments, with a strange expression Says he always wanted to be a rockstar He's got a Gibson guitar on the living room wall That he plays for his son and daughter And I remember that year when I still believed That I could always be a writer I had a fifty-cent journal from the general store And an off-brand Fender in the bed at night Yeah, don't forget Your teenage eyes I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that Yeah, don't forget Your teenage eyes I can't remember what it's like to see it shine like that