I remember singing with you Our friends in the foyer come straight from the altar And I recall believing in truth But it seems like forever since I’ve really believed in anything
So now I just sing it off These days, I just drink it off So now I just sing it off, it off, it off
I remember laughing with them Our friends in the forest, in that house on a mountain In that cabin, we got real drunk And on the ride back to Boston, I weeped as I questioned The men and the women we’d become
But now it’s just a metaphor God up in the clouds, where is he now? But now it feels like novocaine A drink on a warm night, something to soothe the pain
I remember singing with you Our friends in the foyer, too