2012 as seen through my eyes....
and the eyes of The Wonder Years:
It’s gonna be our year, boys
I’d speak up
But I’m waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me
And we’ll wait and see
With some luck and patching up
I think I’ll be home this week
We’ll deal with it our own way
And we’ll stay, and we’ll wait,
And we’ll wake in this awkward mess we made
A landscape forged from pizza crust
And what’s left of a case
We’ll make friends in every state
Like the cops in the parking lot
Or staff of Steak’N’Shake
Really, couldn’t have put it better myself.
