Letra de Canadian Club

I've been writing on the backs of all these old postcards
Over what they say happened
Or what ever happened to
We met these kids in a blaze of bright ideas
I hear it never rains here
Or whatever was said
Says here it was colder in the southern states that year
Pent up fluorescence
Tiny fires in the air
Like a couple of kids aching for anything noon through the nighttime
Like a couple of kids with no known hometown
Like a couple of kids licking batteries in a soft suburban sunrise
Like a couple of kids with no known hometown
She says "I hope you survive your post-postcard life"
She says "So, tell me the plan…"
She demands a plan
I said my plan's not to die