The buss has come and gone
we missed it long ago
they say the scene is changing
but I got no place to go
been left out in the dark
to find my way back home
been searching for the answer
when I knew it all along
Writing those songs
been done a thousand times before
watching the time pass by
i'll be waving that flag wounded on my knees
i'm dying for those colors
and I wear them on my sleeve
What's left to believe in
the colors or the greed
the guys that give their lives
for a shot at MTV
to everyone that lost
I tip my glass to you
we tried until we died
and that's the best that we could do
Writing those songs
been done a thousand times before
watching the time pass by
i'll be waving that flag wounded on my knees
i'm dying for those colors
and I wear them on my sleeve