So we took off for New York in a matchbox that could hardly leave the ground
And we thought high thoughts but we didn't say a word, yeah we didn't make a sound
When everyone's got one thing on their mind whats the use in saying it out loud?
So we tucked our mouths and prepared to land, and I do not mean the fear of touching down
But in the end, its not the end that its about
If I'm seeing one thing, it's the truth deserves the chance to take a bow
And the heaviest truth ever set down is the one we've got to carry now
Gathered in the sunlight in November like we know its colder soon
Well sorry sir, I hope you brought good shoes, because its only standing room
Well in the room, its not the shoes that its about
What kind of game
What kind of game
Are we playing?
I keep getting older, you stay the same
So we celebrated through kaleidoscopes like we have never done before
And the crowd is in the streets, they want an encore, they want more and more and more
Cause the years they got are beat to hell, you can hardly tell there's twenty-four
Yeah every one was not intact, no caution served, they want to change the score
In the end, we're all fools for missing out
So you're standing in the taillights where its dark enough to be there and pretend
Not to hear, not to fear, not to focus on the end like its the end
We create kaleidoscopes by saying one thing, saying one thing out loud
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