Borrowed Minivans

All of this town seems drunk tonight
And I'm looking for your hand
And the girls I see now
Are driving around in borrowed minivans
They're wearing tank tops and knee-high pants
And laughingly singing out loud
They're running around this old town
Looking for their man
Some of the people seem lost tonight
With all the drunken hands in flight
So take me to the country land
It's time for us to make a stand
And it's time to make some music right
We'll know each other better tonight
So carry me out past the place I live
I think I'm ready; I'm ready to give
You everything, anything, little or big
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
To live
We're leaving the line of buried burns
To wet basement apartments
And into our arms
Flying birds through the watery parks
We'll fly on our bikes in this
DARK! DARK! DARK! DARK!
And all of the people are with us tonight
And all their hopeful plans
So take me to the country land
So we can make a stand
1! 2! 3! 4!
It's time to make some music right
It's time to make this land feel bright
It's time to use our hands for right
And make this place feel right tonight