All My Friends by John Cale
That's how it starts.
We go back to your house.
We check the charts,
And start to figure it out.
And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay.
That's how it starts.
And so it starts.
You switch the engine on.
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the
sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home.
Then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.
You spent the first five years trying to get with the
plan,
and the next five years trying to be with your friends
again.
You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we
pretend.
It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
where the moral kicks in.
Though when we're running out of the drugs
and the conversation's grinding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another life years of lies.
You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can,
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