Music Was the Language from When I Mattered

I went from the church to the bar without a bed in between
I gave the best years of my life to the rock and roll scene
I could drink beer and whiskey and never be mean
And when I lost my baby fat, grew into my skin bought some tight blue jeans

And the hairs that I split I swear they mattered
The songs that I picked made me alive
Rolling down Clifton I had the radio up high
Turn it up real loud or let me die

When I borrowed CD's from all of my friends I would put them on cassettes, take them in the car to sing along
When I found something new, I'd tell every one, we had finally found something, yeah we'd finally found something to call our own

The windows rolled up and my heart was broken
and I swore I would never call.
Tears ran down my face as you said goodbye

Music was the language from when I mattered,
From when I was someone,
From when I was young and in fashion

And the hairs that I've lost, and the doubts that I've  tossed
And The drinks that we toast keep me alive
Rolling down through the burbs  I have the radio up high
Turn it up real loud or let me die