From my tape deck there's a recklessness

Inflections of the world we want

All my friends, my rusty truck

We're just specs of love, directionless

We'll call this band just what we want

We can change the name from month to month

Four guitars and zero drums

We sounded folk but we wanted to be punk

In a world post punk.

My friend had an old guitar

He took some lessons, didn't get very far

An ibanez with one knob stuck

Said you can have that thing for fifty bucks

Loren got a bass but he got no amp

We borrowed skill's, we never gave it back

Luke was just learning how to strum

But since he was the worst

We made him play the drums

Play the drums.

You may find in the palm

Of your hand there's a flame

As it burns, as it climbs

As it turns to a blaze

Well this flame, it won't last

Here it comes, hold it close

Because this blaze can be fast

Set it free now there it goes.

Luke's mom said that after school

We could rehearse in the living room

But that sure didn't last too long

Guess she didn't know we played fugazi songs

Play these songs in the talent show

And all of the girls will be in the front row

But in the end we just chickened out

Because we can't sing, we can only shout

Only shhhhhhh...

You may find in the palm

Of your hand there's a flame

As it burns, as it climbs

As it turns to a blaze

Well this flame, it won't last

Here it comes, hold it close

Well this blaze can be fast

Set it free now there it goes.