You were the first to the DMV
And we would all pile in with no plan or direction
Searching for something born in the books we'd read
And grown in the glow of the theatre
And I was maybe 14 at the time
All stock and nerves and poorly veiled insecurity
And looking back, man
It meant so much that you would even want me along

And I remember all those weekend nights
There was so much possibility
We could spend a whole night just deciding on a thing to do
Never doing anything
And I remember driving in your car
Soaking the sound
of other generations' radio stations
And waiting, hoping one day
That we would find our own

Our lives weren't laid out for us
We hadn't started to dig that hole
Like our parents before us
We had no idea at all
We thought we could make the world outside more like the one we'd built inside our heads

We found our own way
Still, this path seems a little worn

When we got the call that you were gonna leave
It sounded so strange, like we had heard it before
Like it was hid in the background of
all those songs we loved
Like the hum of a fender guitar

And it all seemed so familiar
Like we had known all along
That all our best made plans
Were just a drop of sweat to the sea