Last of the gang to go
Burning up with morning light, room of a hundred lives
Through the window a song that guides me blindly on
We don’t care that no year is for sure
Or that our best friends are berserk
Summer air will be thick with memory
When I’m wrong
When I’m lost
When the road is long
I know who will lead me through the dark
No time is too much for the young and unrushed
And with every July the sun breaks through the night
We don’t care that no year is for sure
Or that our best friends are berserk
Summer air will be thick with memory
Last of the gang to go
A star explodes in the field
Never alone again — the days don’t end
And I’ve been thinking about the lost years
Haunting, blinding, they add up
I won’t make that mistake again
No borders form around a life
We’re free to roam the winding nights
Look at the borrowed, look at the blue
How we wait inside the waiting room
We’re older now but never old
On a summer day, a son comes home
The days don’t end
Six Philly punk bands, including Mesh and Added Dimensions, offer new tracks to benefit harm reduction nonprofit Prevention Point. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 11, 2023