Technologic Analog Dreams

It’s like the in the movies
It’s like the songs of yesterday
There’s a case of Old Milwaukee
On the shelf outside the door
There’s the taste of smoke on palette
On the way to find ourselves
If you’re going to get up
Grab me a beer when you go out

It’s like in the old movies
It’s like the songs of long before
There’s arming waving in the ballroom
All the feet moving across the floor
There’s the feeling that we’re wasting
All the things we’ve never had
If you’re going to move over
Grab me now and take me with you

It’s like the songs in the old movies
It’s like the songs that make us want more
There’s a patch sewn on the sweatshirt
Its torn sleeves hang on the door
There’s the taste of smoke on palette
Yes you know something has burned
If you’re going to have another
Grab me a light Grab me a pour

It’s like in the old movies
It’s like the songs of long days passed
There’s a grain of salt on the counter
All the shakers are ignored
There’s the taste of sugar on the palette
Yes you know someone has missed
If you’re going to walk away
Grab me a tear and pull it out

Just like old movies
Just like old movies

I remember
I know you remember too
I won’t call it forever
Though all my time is for you
Yes, all my time is for you.

Just like the old movies.