Age of Apathy (Acoustic)

Ooh, let's take a ride

I know you love the Taconic at twilight

Go East on 23

Past the farms and the festival memories

Listening to the Hudson Valley breeze

Oh, to be born in the age of apathy

When nothing's got a hold on you

If you need someone to hold, you can hold me

Under the shade of a quaking aspen tree

We came for New England's party

But the colors haven't started, so it's just you and me

When did you start to change?

Was it somewhere up along the coast of Maine?

Or when we drove back down 95?

We got stopped at the border but we made it out alive

The radio played Yellow Moon On The Rise

Oh, to be born in the age of apathy

When nothing's got a hold on you

If you need someone to hold, you can hold me

Under the shade of a quaking aspen tree

We came for New England's party

But the colors haven't started, so it's just you and me

Hold me like you held me on the day the towers fell

When we stumbled over to the christian science center pool

Was it the end or the beginning? All I remember is the singing

And the music trying to drive away the fear

I'm still here

Somewhere down the line

I let go around 2009

Lost the feeling in my hands

I guess it's one that no one understands

The radio plays My Old Man

There's a singer in the park

He's a walker in the rain

He's a dancer in the dark

Only the decent people know to stay home

Keeping us thethered to

The back home band

Keeping away the long slumber