Our backs are melting on the blacktop   Can you feel your body waist into the day   As we speak of broken dreams   Tell me, do you recall five young New Jersey hopefuls?   Stars over our pupils      Like the boy with his head in the highest cloud   And his feet cemented too far under ground      Take your time dear   I know you will   The pendulum will swing your way   Or so she said      Sweating bullets on the chop block   We could feel the razor’s edge against our side   And our minds as cut and dry   No one trying to change the world   We were only in it to save ourselves   And to feel alive      Like the boy with his head in the highest cloud   And his feet cemented too far under ground      Take your sweet time   You’re so great at it   You’ll be ready   So don’t worry   Or so she said.      Take your precious time   Your one of a kind (you know you are)   What we all will become is what we already possess inside      What was your age now?   I beg your pardon   guess you can worry   You were never ready      She said “get off yourself!”      Cause the grit is what you give   Red stains on fingertips   Cause you follow impulses   Plotting the game   Playing to win   So she said