misfits and lovers

Misfits And Lovers (Feat. Mick Jones) - The Wallflowers
We wrote our names on the last day of summer
On the insides of each other hands
With empty cans and walls of graffiti
The kind just kids understand
Its not glass or the wires at our feet
That gets us dancing this way

Its the backbeat of these hearts that dont feel the world
That is slipping away

This overpass wasnt made for going down south

For them coming in or us getting out
A temple of concrete that sits
With losers and orphans under it

It's full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in

The well is dry bags are full of grass

Theres bottle caps in the rocks

Its louder than you thought and the best kinds of trouble

Happen when the gate is locked

This overpass wasnt made for going out west

For taking a shot or placing your bets

A temple of concrete that sits

With losers and orphans under it

It's full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in

Counted in

Its not the hustle or the high that doesnt last
The dead leaves or the cheap romance
Its not the pills or the punches they pack

Its the magic that brings us back

This overpass wasnt made for going up north

For Taking a seat and going back and forth
A temple of concrete that sits

With losers and orphans under it

It's full of misfits and lovers that just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in

Misfits And Lovers Be counted on and counted in
Misfits And Lovers Be counted on and counted in
Misfits And Lovers Just need the cover that it gives

Be counted on and counted in