Kids from Cowards EP by Old Town Wake

Memory will always win
set beside how it was lived.
We were only lonely kids
dreaming of the days ahead.
Hear the ghosts reclaim the streets,
see the town we used to see.
Some of us will go succeed,
some of us will never leave.
Kids are walking around the same fucked up town.
Teenage heroes of heroine,
new old emergency.
I guess that here could be anywhere.
Here’s where I wanted to be.
Things didn’t go quite the way I planned.
C’est la American Dream.
So I’ll lay down my weary head
and get some American Sleep.
Kids are walking around the same fucked up town.
I dreamt an oasis,
a verdant childhood dream.
But when I came back the other night,
they’d torn down all the trees.
And they paved over my lowly life
with suburban streets.
Now I never play the numbers right.
When I wake I scream.
Kids are walking around the same fucked up town.

• Americana
• Folk
• Folk Rock
• Pennsylvania
• Roots Punk
• Soul Punk
• Pennsylvania