Lost Leader

You are a lost leader

Where is your band?

You pull up by an old beater blue minivan

The party’s a real heater

But these aren’t your friends

They’re just people who know who you are

You’re spouting your mouth off

To someone thirty years your junior

She asks you to play a song

You say, “Does anyone have a tuner?”

And someone says

“Yeah, that guy over there probably has what you need

I think his name is Steve.”

Well it turns out Steve has a linе on some shit

You take his lead and you run with it

Thеn it’s 5am and you’re stumbling home again

Thinking, “Man, fuck this.”

You’re fumbling with keys now

Which one is your apartment?

There’s a tear in your sleeve now

And you don’t know how you got it

Were those stairs always there?

You don’t know, you don’t care

You had it, now you’ve lost it

There’s wine in the fridge that you opened last week

You said so many things tonight

Maybe you just shouldn’t speak

But you live what you know and you just can’t seem to let go

Of patterns that repeat

I used to buy everything you released

You kept me company while I fell asleep

Now I go to hear you play tunes

And there are too many dudes in the room

I just wanna leave