Old School lyrics

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone

Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions —
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions —
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight

Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights…

Fuggin timeless.

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night

Yes.

We ached to find something.

I got tickets for the boy and I to go to the R40 concert in Dallas. But American airlines fucked me over and while my boy and his friends were at what was one of the last Rush concerts, I was in Cleveland in a shitty hotel with all the other wretched souls fucked out of a flight home.

He said that this was the song he removed his hearing protection and it was awesome.

Fuck. Me.

I Missed it. Now Neal Peart is gone and I’ll never see it live again.

But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth

Fuck.