Old Americana

We were in limbo that year, that 4th of July.
Young enough to swing on monkey bars,
Old enough to realize hearts break.
They bleed red, red, red white blue.

So let's wear these clothes,
I have my tie, tied with honest mistakes,
You have your shoes burning red across the wood.
Were these signs of the times? Signs of growing up?

Old enough to drink, not old enough to regret.
You were promised four unforgettable years
Designed to be enjoyed best when forgotten
With me still on the monkey bars, upsidedownrightsideup

I swung down and into the next part.
Next tune, next room, next scene repeat
Full skies, chances, and empty cars
Against crowded bars, faded dreams bound in scars.

Do you ever wake, wrapped in faded glory,
Residual warmth as you leave one room
And enter the next adjacent memory.
Morning rises, curtains fall, did you find your star?