St. Crispin's Got Our Back

Another dream interrupted
Another moment lost that I begged, stole and cheated for
I begged, stole and cheated once before
The would-haves, the could-haves
And the damn-I-really-did-that's
Which make us who we are
We are the sun

We won't come up for just anyone
We will rest our heads for another hour
'Cause this town's still coming down
Get real or get out

Whoa, nothing in this book is true
But it's exactly how things are
Whoa, nothing in this book is true

So if you're pulling parts of sky down
And making curtains, 'cause the future's too bright
Man, just kill the lights
Surely that's a given

What good is closure, if it tears those drapes wide open?
I think I'll sit this out
I'd rather brave the come-down

Whoa, nothing in this book is true
But it's exactly how things are
Whoa, nothing in this book is true

We live our lives like a ghost at a feast
'Cause it's more poetic to wish for something
Than to get up and grab it
Get real or get out
G-Get real or get out
(I think it's time, we tried our hand at non-fiction)
Sure we might be further from the action than the grass
But at least we're wearing shoes that last
Hey, our hometown's not that bad
St. Crispin's got our backs

Whoa, nothing in this book is true
But it's exactly how things are
Whoa, why do they call it a front
When it only serves to push us back?