We were islands soaked in solitude Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew If you told me the highway would wear your tires through Then I’d go back and take the long way with you Warm cans of steel reserve in a basement Sweat-stained singalongs and discontent Bound together by not fitting in Punk rock songs and teenage stress We were freaks, we were kids, we were miscreants We were islands soaked in solitude Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew If you told me the highway would wear your tires through Then I’d go back and take the long way with you In bars that reeked of piss and alcohol Choking on mothballs in legion halls Found a place where we belonged With each other we were strong We were kin, we were rebels lost without a cause It’s a lump in my throat and a longing for the mitten state An infinite search for a past that I can’t recreate We were islands soaked in solitude Joined by the tide, we pushed back and we outgrew If you told me the highway would wear your tires through Then I’d go back and take the long way with you