Story Behind the Song
i wrote this song during the summer of 2002 right before tom-fest. it has been kind of interesting to get peoples takes on what this song means... so im not going to tell you:)
Lyrics
Sewing up your old clothes, to make something new and fresh as the morning when the clouds came home. It’s your job to keep the scene true, that’s why you do the things you do. Red and yellow and wrong and right, my oh my, aren’t we a sight.
We’re not alone, patchwork children, we’re not alone
Board the bus that heads for your future, not caring where it’s at. Maybe you’ll go to san francisco, maybe life will be better there.
On those lonely nights, when its hard to just keep breathing, and you want to give up the fight.
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