I don’t know who But I heard them say, I spent my youth in a small cafe We were all running wild with a dream in our heads And somehow I never seemed to get over it Let me stay inside this work of life At least for a while For 20 odd years, I’ve been working this shift I sit in the corner and let my mind drift Thinking about those people I don’t see no more And how I’d love to watch them all walk through the door Chairs on the tables and I’m still here Mark another year I don’t take advice from the people who are so concerned with their pace Just because I’m moving slowly doesn’t mean I’m running in place I was half dead on a mountaintop and all I saw were stars People say they like the quiet a lot but I prefer the boulevard I want to hear the noise, I want to hear the sound Even when it’s too loud I don’t mind, I’m alive I’ve done it again Always fall in love with the wrong person I promise to be good I will not rock the boat I promise to be good I will not tell a soul But if we ever meet on the astral plane, only then I’ll say your name I don’t take advice from the people who laugh at the ways of the youth Just because you forgot something doesn’t mean it wasn’t true Some left it all behind I guess I don’t know their circumstance But it never made much sense to me The people make the sound so the sound is all of us I wanna see, I want to feel it all I want to know about the people I don’t know