The Ataris - So Long, Astoria
It was the first snow of the season,
I can almost see you breathing
in the middle of that empty street.
Sometimes I still see myself in that lonesome bedroom
playing my guitar and singing songs of hope for a better future.
Life is only as good as the memories we make
and I`m taking back what belongs to me.
Polaroids of classrooms unattended.
These relics of remembrance are just like shipwrecks,
only they`re gone faster that the smell after it rains.
We said that we would never fit it
when we were really just like them.
Does rebellion ever make a difference?
So long, Astoria, I found a map to buried treasure.
And even if we come home empty handed
we`ll still have our stories
of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones and all the best of friendships…
this is my wish and I`m taking it back,
I`m taking `em all back.
