Yearbook Signatures from Lifers by Jon Latham

You've got your stories, found them in a song
shared it with a girl you barely even knew
now she's gone like a ghost
but when it plays, don't you come back strong
Lord ain't it funny what rock and roll can do

You were burned out in the basement, high on Comfortably Numb
feeling heavy as Another Brick in the Wall, Part II
we all grew into the third verse, Bastards of Young
Lord ain't it funny what rock and roll can do

Four years of growing up go by like two semesters
and every yearbook signature reads like lyrics to you
when you get to hers, it plays like a broken record
she's singing Lord ain't it funny what rock and roll can do

You've got pictures on your wall, torn from your hit parader
they all look like stained glass heroes, singing down their hopes to you
but every Toys "R" Us kid's gotta grow up sooner than later
still we're singing Lord ain't it funny what rock and roll can do

You'd write your own song, if you could only find the words
for every whinny that was Born to Run away from you
now you're just chasing 'round her heart doing 33 and a third
and you're screaming Lord ain't it funny what rock and roll can do

You've got yearbook signatures written all across your page
friends saying have a nice summer, I swear I'll remember you
she said, if we ever get older, let's swear we'll never act our age
Lord ain't it funny what rock and roll can do

GOOD-ASS, WORDY ROCK AND ROLL.