The buss has come and gone 

we missed it long ago 

they say the scene is changing 

but I got no place to go 

been left out in the dark 

to find my way back home 

been searching for the answer 

when I knew it all along 



Writing those songs 

been done a thousand times before 

watching the time pass by 

i'll be waving that flag wounded on my knees 

i'm dying for those colors 

and I wear them on my sleeve 



What's left to believe in 

the colors or the greed 

the guys that give their lives 

for a shot at MTV 

to everyone that lost 

I tip my glass to you 

we tried until we died 

and that's the best that we could do 



Writing those songs 

been done a thousand times before 

watching the time pass by 

i'll be waving that flag wounded on my knees 

i'm dying for those colors 

and I wear them on my sleeve