press play and im gone back to the past back to the kid in photographs with flannel shirts and unforced smirks intrepid dispositions sometimes you can throw it all away but a few things tend to stick around the soundtrack then its in my head the timing was off then now i m sitting soaked and insecure left under a doubting sun when some streets have too much history you can feel like the dried piss on a sewer grate the soundtrack then its in my head the memorys tied to music and its stuck in my head the memorys tied to music and its all i have left but i keep listening so i dont forget the memorys tied to music and its stuck in my head the memorys tied to music and its all i have left