Oldies Station

Only consistency in your periphery Is fear and the bridge of your nose And as you move about, you learn to tune 'em out But they say they continue to grow Fear of the past and (relative pain) Future's comin' fast, you've got (nothin' in the tank) In a season of purging things you used to love Everything must go Make an oath, then make mistakes Start a streak you're bound to break When darkness rolls on you Push on through Push on through Then before you know, you lose some people close Forcing you to manage your pace Found your capacity for love and tragedy Embracing how things always change You've had your turns with (relative pain) Little less concerned when there's (nothin' in the tank) In a season of lessons learned in giving up You learn what you can and can't take Add some years, build some trust You start to feel your eyes adjust When darkness rolls on you Push on through Push on through You don't quite mind You don't quite mind You don't quite mind how long red lights are takin' Push on through Your favorite song was on the oldies station Push on through You have it down, that old fight for survival Push on through You're in the crowd at her first dance recital Push on through Make an oath, then make mistakes Start a streak you're bound to break When darkness rolls on you Push on through Ooh Ooh Ooh