They Don't Make Gravel Roads Like They Used To

Do you remember the longest summer day
The days above the clay
The hours we would waste away
And the sounds
And the sounds that we'd surround the outskirts of this town
So what was up would not fall down
You're holding on to what's dead and gone
It's not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing
You're holding on to what's dead and gone
It doesn't take the push of marketing to act like there is no tomorrow
I know it's nostalgia that is sharpening my wit
It picks the hairs I choose to split
The perspective that I'm parting with
But in this town
In this town where laughter drowns
We put our best friends in the ground
So what was lost cannot be found
You're holding on to what's dead and gone
It's not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing
You're holding on to what's dead and gone
It doesn't take the push of marketing to act like there is no tomorrow
Father told me son you must never walk alone
Keep these memories in your heart and you will learn to carry on
It's not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing
It's not an angel not a satellite that makes you want to keep on singing
I will rectify the fallacy of waiting for my new beginning
I will rectify the fallacy of waiting for my new tomorrow