1209 Seminary

I sit and watch the chill of the city
I sit and watch all your children grow
In the end we don't know much about anything
In the end we all knew where to go

I remember the nights we all had together
Sitting on the porch, hot summer glow
Punk rock was cool, we all wore our leathers
But my best friend Phil he never had a smoke

I sit and watch the chill of the city
I sit and watch all your children grow
In the end we don't know much about anything
In the end we all knew where to go